#'oh the female actress is not available? lets get a guy then'

[having-conniptions]

Guys help I'm so confused by the timeline of the EddieTommy and BuckTommy ideas

The reason why Buck was single in the first place was because Natalia's actress didn't want to return, right?

So they were like "Hey, Buck's single, let's bring Lucy back" but the actress declined

So they brought in Lou as Tommy and instead of even considering pairing him with Buck their first thought was to pair him with EDDIE??

But then they realized Eddie had a gf and they couldn't end Eddie's relationship with Marisol as well bc it would be weird to break off both of those relationships at the same time

So they looked at Buck (who was the reason they were gonna bring in a pilot as a love interest IN THE FIRST PLACE) and were like "oh yeah he's single and I guess it kinda makes sense"???

And they asked Oliver and he was like "FUCKING FINALLY" and called Lou to talk about how to go about this

I just think it's absolutely wild that THEY BROUGHT IN A NEW LOVE INTEREST BC BUCK WAS SINGLE BUT WHEN THE LOVE INTEREST TURNED OUT TO BE A GUY THEIR FIRST THOUGHT WAS TO PAIR HIM WITH EDDIE INSTEAD

(Also, them knowing Buck would be single has to have happened before filming 7x01 but the BuckTommy idea apparently started while they were filming 7x02 and 7x03?? So while they were filming 7x01 they were either still hoping to bring Lucy back or thinking about getting Eddie a bf (before realizing he still had a gf)???)

[pretendfan]

[Now Your Mine]

(A/N I just had to write something for Adrian on my birthday, hope you all enjoy🖤this is pure self indulgent nonsense!!)

Adrian Chase Appreciation Week

Day 5 // Colours

(Pairing)

Adrian Chase x Female Reader

(Summary)

When nothing else works you rely on Adrian’s favourite colour to finally win him over….

(Words)

3260

(Warnings)

Face sitting, angst, fluff, p & v sexy times, idiots in love, miscommunications, admitting feels, happy ending…

Arriving unannounced at your best friends house wasn’t unusual, but you were here for one reason and one reason only.

To make Adrian jealous…

There was nothing else left to do, you had exhausted all previous endeavours trying to get the object of your affection to notice you.

To see you as someone other than one of his oldest friends, who has for at least three years crushed on Adrian from afar, to no avail.

But tonight you had a weapon, knowing Adrian would finally see you as more than just friends, you had previously seen signs that the feeling was mutual but he wasn’t making any moves.

Knocking on Adrian’s front door again, he answers with a smile then silently lets you in whilst you prepare yourself for your greatest performance yet.

Not that you was an actress or anything but you were just going to put Adrian on the spot, force your hand to make him decide and this was the only way how.

“Hey, Ade sorry I didn’t message-“

“That’s cool, y’know you can pop by anytime like any specific time and I will be probably here.” Adrian states with a smirk aimed back at you.

“Cool, cos I need your help I-“

“What’s happened, are you ok?!” Adrian cuts you off grabbing onto both of your arms, green eyes searching your own for a clue.

“It’s fine!” You begin with a laugh then add “ I just need to use your shower, mine is not working and I kind of have a date tonight.”

“A date?!” Adrian squeaks in surprise making you look up at him as he tries to pull a normal face, but you just know he is struggling with this information.

Feeling bad, you knew this was the only way to make up a fake date you had with some guy who hadn’t asked you out at work, just to make him jealous.

Sure, as plans go this one was hugely flawed but it was all you had, that and the secret weapon you had tucked in your large tote bag.

“Oh ok, I mean it’s free the shower and of course you have a date you deserve it but-“

“Thanks, Adrian!“ You lean across on tip toes to kiss him softly on his cheek, which sent you every single time because you adored this guy in front of you.

But there weren’t any words you hadn’t already told Adrian, trying to tell him how you felt with him usual passing it off as a joke keeping you at arms length, but enough was enough.

Leaving Adrian standing there you move around him to head to your destination, his bathroom where you hoped he would soon follow with more questions about your date.

Hearing the door softly click shut, Adrian tries and fails to get a complete hold on his thoughts, you had a date tonight?

Adrian instantly knew this was an awful chain of events, but what could he do other than barricade the bathroom door so you couldn’t get out.

Feelings that he had long since tried to ignore resurface, making his stomach ache like he had eaten far too much candy whilst he suddenly felt very inclined to punch the hallway wall, hard.

This was ridiculous, he knew what he had to do what words he needed to say to make things right to make this sick feeling disappear but his mouth felt bitter around the sentences they couldn’t form.

What if you laughed in his face? Adrian wasn’t very good at opening up to people even you sometimes, so the thought of telling you his true feelings wasn’t a pretty one to say the least.

Standing under the warm shower you smile to yourself when you use Adrian’s shower gel which reminds you of his face which always improved your mood, no matter what.

Finally stepping out you wrap a blue towel around yourself, a little sad that Adrian hadn’t come to talk to you usually he would follow you anywhere to finish a conversation he was invested in.

Maybe he didn’t care that you were actually going on a date , fake or otherwise so perhaps this was all just a waste.

It was time to make use of the secret weapon…

Making sure your towel was perfectly secure you head out of the bathroom, noticing that Adrian had gone from the hallway, where was he?

“Hey, can I get changed in your room?” You call out to Adrian who loudly grumbles some reply in your direction so you take that as a yes.

Heading into Adrian’s room you place your tote bag into the unmade bed, which was covered in his Fennel Fields uniform and cute hat, which you pick up and put on your head.

Feeling stupid you quickly take it off then decide to get changed into the underwear, you hoped that Adrian would see you in very soon and lose his mind.

The colour was very similar to the teal stripe he has adorned on his Vigilante costume, with you knowing full well want Adrian did, the masked anti hero of Evergreen.

For someone who was always so sure to keep himself discreet, you had caught Vigilante breaking into Adrian’a apartment months ago, freaked out obviously until he had started talking.

For a good twenty minutes Adrian had put on a fake voice, asking you why you were here making up lots of bullshit, until he realised it wasn’t working so he finally came clean.

So tonight you wanted him to see this outfit and it drive him nuts, like he would just go insane you wanted him on his knees begging in front or you, ready to be all yours.

Untying your hair from the bun you wore on top of your head, you let your mid length hair fall down into messy curls, that you thread your hands through hoping this was gonna work.

Pulling out the soft silk underwear from your bag you smile to yourself, admiring the teal colour you hoped that Adrian would see and basically just lose the plot.

Sitting on the couch in his small living room, Adrian wonders what he could do to change things, unless it was to late but you hadn’t left the apartment yet.

Perhaps Adrian could persuade you to stay here instead of going on this date, you could watch a couple of movies together instead on the couch cuddling up close.

Adrian always loved it when you threw your legs over his thighs snuggling against him, whilst you listened to him talk over said movie, with you hanging onto his every word.

Right now he wanted nothing more than to just have you here with him, even though you were in his room currently, making Adrian wonder why you were taking so long to get ready.

Before he could think about it Adrian decides to go see you, even though he wasn’t ready to see you looking good for another guy that wasn’t him, it just wasn’t right.

Hell, Adrian knew you looked good in anything he would stare at you happily, even in your old silk pjs with the pants that were too long but you looked gorgeous to him every single time.

Quickly getting up from the couch, Adrian walks towards his bedroom without even thinking about what he was going to say, he just needed to see you.

Standing in your underwear you were very close to just walking out to see Adrian, when you hear footsteps so you decided to put on a show hoping that he would take a good look.

The outfit in question was a soft silk bra, which had a thick ribbon at the front and matching underwear that also had a ribbon on each side of your hip it was very revealing and not something you would just wear everyday.

Adrian looks into his wide open bedroom door to see you standing there, in underwear which made his eyes widen partly because of the colour but mostly cos of how fucking hot you looked.

Hair down loose and curly Adrian takes you all in with a deep gulp that has you turning round, to see your best friend looking at you with big round eyes.

“Hey I-“

“You are not wearing that tonight!” Adrian snaps feeling his blood suddenly start to boil at the very idea of some other guy seeing you.

“Oh, why is that Adrian?” You ask him brushing some curls out of your face noticing the red flush creeping around the back of his neck and the very top of his ears.

“Because I don’t want no one else besides me seeing you like this, fuck you look so hot!” Adrian waves his hands in front of him as if to make a point which makes you smile.

“You think I look hot?” You asks Adrian placing a hand on your waist, whilst pulling your shoulders back so your chest was pushed out.

Adrian is just staring at you still with wide eyes and a open mouth, partly from what he had just admitted but seeing you wearing that underwear had rewired his brain, he wanted you so desperately.

“You know I do.” Adrian states taking a couple more steps into his room, which has you taking a step back when you notice the look on his face.

“So, what happens now?“ You ask Adrian in what you hoped was a confident voice but even you could hear the desperation yourself.

Grabbing onto your lower arm Adrian pulls you closer towards him, with a smug look on his face as he stares down at you with lust filled eyes, you had finally broken him.

“What happens.” Begins Adrian leaning closer to talk right next to the shell of your ear “ Is you stay here with me and I don’t let you out of my sight because your all mine.”

Hitching your breath in response to the words you had so longed to hear, Adrian smiles back at you then places his lips to your neck not moving them just breathing in your scent as you feel his hot breath.

“You drive me so fucking crazy, but I need you, like right now I want to rip off your underwear and fuck you so hard” Adrian finally says in a gravelly voice sounding unsure until he hears you gasp from his words which makes you lick your bottom lip excitedly.

“I’ve wanted this-“

“I know.” Adrian states lifting his head up from your neck to capture your surprised lips in a deep kiss, whilst his warm hands wrap around you middle pulling you closer to his firm chest.

Desperate kisses that make you sigh into Adrian’s mouth, whilst he tighten his grip around you his tongue gliding along your bottom lip only to slide eagerly across your own.

One of your hands reach up to the back of Adrian’s curly hair, running it through then holding firmly onto the soft tufts which makes him groan then bite your lip teasingly.

“Wow.” You announce moving away to catch your breath because Adrian clearly liked kissing, going by the look on his eyes, pupils blown but filled with something that excited you.

“Turn around.” Adrian demands in a voice which instantly has you spinning round on the spot, to feel his hand move some of your hair from your shoulder, then pulling you flush against him he places a chaste kiss on your neck.

Followed by another which makes you relax into the warm feeling of his body against yours, feeling the hard curve of his cock pressed tightly against your lower back.

“I need you-“

You cry out when you feel Adrian bite down on the soft skin of your neck, teeth sinking in only moments later to be replaced by a gentle lick of his tongue.

“Now your mine.” Adrian tells you only to bite down again over the same spot which makes you arch your back against him whilst he continued to feast on your neck.

“I’m yours.” You nod when you feel his warm lips gliding over the bite mark which makes you grab at his face, turning back round to kiss him again.

Lips collide hurriedly as Adrian replaces his hands on your hips pulling you towards his bed where he sits down and then directs you to straddle his lap, which you do in desperation whilst not even breaking the kiss between you two.

Adrian tries to pull at your underwear but it’s difficult with you grinding down into his groin, feeling his jeans tighten which could soon become a problem.

“Let me.” You tell Adrian who groans into your lips so you move letting his hands fall away, only for him to quickly remove his dark blue shirt revealing his toned chest and abs that made you lick your lips.

Adrian just sits there and watches as you slowly untie the silk ribbons either side of your hip, letting your underwear fall to the floor.

“Fuck, your gorgeous!” Adrian whines grabbing hold of your wrists, to pull you on top of him as he falls back onto the bed his lips meeting yours yet again in a hurried wet kiss.

“I-“

“I think you should sit on my face.” Adrian cuts you off already removing his glasses ready, whilst you balance between his waist considering his offer.

“I’ve never-“

“Please, I just want to eat you out and feel you ride my face it’s been a fantasy of mine for ages.” Adrian pleads then adds “ I will make you feel so good, you would look so hot riding me.”

“Ok.” You nod sitting up on your knees to quickly remove your bra which has Adrian staring at your tits, then grabbing them as you travel up his body.

Adrian’s mouth captures one of your breasts as he slowly glides his hot tongue across your already pebbled nipples, causing you to grind into his chest.

“Not yet, come closer.” Adrian jokes as you move your knees between either side of his face whilst he looks happily up at you, dimpled smirk on his face that makes your eager pussy throb.

“What if I-“

“I’ve got you.” Adrian smiles softly up at you placing a kiss on your thigh which makes you bite your lip as he adds “Are you ready?”

You nod silently at the same time that you feel Adrian’s hands grab your ass, then he lowers them to the back of your thighs gripping tightly to hold you in place.

“I need words, princess.” Adrian tells you encouragingly which makes you smirk back.

“I’m ready.” You state brushing some stray curls from his cute face which makes his dimples widen but moments later they disappear when Adrian pulls you down onto his face.

With a little readjusting you feel his hot breath on your soaked pussy, briefly feeling embarrassed, but that disappears when you feel Adrian‘s nose rub against your folds followed by his warm mouth.

Sure you have had someone go down on your before, but you had never sat on someone’s face and be as completely consumed, just like how Adrian was devouring you right now which felt like absolute bliss.

Rocking your hips against Adrian’s skilled mouth soon makes your muscles tighten in anticipation, the thread soon about to break whilst he continues to fuck you with his tongue deep in your pussy.

“Ahh!” You cry out after one last glide of his strong tongue has you fast approaching an orgasm which makes your thighs shake around Adrian’s face whilst he continues to lick you your muscles fluttering with every touch.

“Fuck that was hot.” Adrian smiles as you move back to see his wet mouth, and wide eyed smile placing your hand through his soft hair to momentarily ground yourself.

“I agree-“

“I’m not finished with you yet.” Adrian cuts you off whilst you move your knees back to balance yourself on his chest leaning down to kiss his soft lips tasting yourself whilst he groaned into your mouth.

Feeling Adrian wiggling you look behind you to see him undoing his jeans, freeing his cock which from even at this angle looks long and thick, two things you liked very much.

Backing up further Adrian watches as you lean done to spread kisses across his pecs, licking his nipples which has him sighing as he takes two hands into your mess of curls, moving them so he could see your pretty face.

He drops the hair when Adrian feels your wet folds brush agains the tip of his cock, which makes its bounce hard against your wanting slit.

“There is no going back after this, I want this and I need-“

“I need this too, please fuck me.” You cry out when Adrian jerks his hips up making the head of his cock rub against you teasingly, it was actual agony.

“Fuck your so beautiful.” Adrian begins with a smile then adds “ Let’s stay like this because I want to see your face when you lose control.”

“Ok.” You nod taking this moment to sink yourself slowly down onto Adrian’s cock which fits you perfectly, albeit filling you up completely your muscles throbbing against him in response.

“Dammit you feel so good, your pussy was made for me this is karma, damn is this my prize for waiting so long to fuck-“

“Adrian.” You soothe looking up at him seated on his dick, feeling safe, loved and above all else eager for this to start happening.

“Sorry! Oh fuck!” Adrian groans when you start to slowly move on top of him and he thrust upwards matching your pace, his eyes watching your face the whole time.

The air soon turns desperate when you are rocking faster onto his cock, whist he snaps his hips hurriedly both chasing your orgasms, when you feel yours hit you first closely followed by Adrian who curses loudly.

“That needs to happen again.” Adrian states whilst you chuckle placing your head on his chest, still inside him but smiling to yourself when he wraps his arms tightly around your middle.

“Can we cuddle first.” You smile looking up moving yourself from your seat on Adrian’s cock, laying down next to him as he quickly wraps you into a tight hug.

“I can’t believe you never realised how much I loved you.” Adrian sighs then adds “I was too afraid to say anything like a loser, but I have adored you for years.”

“I never knew what to say, so I wore this underwear to make you see.” You nod with a shy smile.

“My favourite colour, as soon as I saw it I just went mad.” Adrian chuckled placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“It was hot.” You admit teasingly making Adrian groan back.

“I don’t think we should leave this bedroom for the rest of the night, we can lick each other’s sweat to stay hydrated.” Laughs Adrian whilst you pulled a face back at him.

“I’m all for the first part, but I definitely need a water before we continue.” You wink at Adrian getting up from the bed as he grudgingly lets you go.

As your relationship blossoms anew you try to keep things exciting by buying new underwear and outfits to wear in the bedroom, always teal and it’s always extra fun when Adrian wears his Vigilante costume, with the mask still on of course.

[adorablelokie]

a ‘Loki’ series theory

Been seeing some theories being spread around so I had to chime in. It might be a bit crazy, but even crazier stuff has happened in the mcu.

Particularly about her:

She’s very likely playing young Sylvie Lushton, the second Enchantress. It’s the only Sylvie that has any connection to Loki and the connection they have, oh boy. In the comics Loki’s responsible for her existence.

At first it was believed Sylvie Lushton is a normal midgardian girl who suddenly woke up with mysterious and powerful magical abilities that rivalled even Amora’s. (Also Sylvie kind of pretended to be an asgardian and ‘borrowed’ Amora’s identity)

However it was later revealed by none other than Wiccan, that she has not only been gifted powers from Loki, she was entirely created by Loki.

And Loki and her had such a tight connection that when he died, she became sick and weak as well.

It’s interesting that out of two available Enchantresses, they chose to introduce the lesser known one and the one who was entirely created by Loki, and not Amora, the more popular, an actual Asgardian and a character fans have wanted to see in the mcu for years.

Even now fans falsely believe that young Cailey is playing Amora because most mistakenly confuse Amora and Sylvie of being the same person - which they’re not.

The fact that they decided to introduce Sylvie, and not Amora, makes me theorise that her origin will be explicitly tied to Loki.

But that births the question. How?

In the comics Loki magically creates her but unfortunately mcu’s Loki hasn’t been shown to be as powerful as his comic counterpart/s and has been considerably nerfed compared to them. 

Another possibility is that they pick the ‘midgardian girl who was empowered by Loki’ option, which is something even comics Sylvie believed in at first. But again, why her and is mcu Loki even capable of doing something like that? He barely uses magic on his own, relies on his illusions and knives and I don’t see that changing much in the show either if the trailer is anything to go by.

But Loki is probably still linked to her somehow. Otherwise, why pick her for this show? Why pick his creation?

So I’ve been thinking, what if Marvel does another one of their twists and, while staying as close to the source material as possible, they simplify things a bit, and instead of making Sylvie Loki’s creation, they make her his daughter from another timeline?

It might sound ridiculous, but hey, they literally made Hela (a daughter of Loki) into Odin’s firstborn daughter, borrowing traits from numerous other characters including Angela. Marvel isn’t afraid to switch things up.

And the show is all about time travel and different timelines. And if that brilliant D.B.Cooper reference is anything to go by, then it’s clear that 2012 (or that scene from Thor 1) wasn’t the first time Loki visited Earth. If he’s been D.B. Cooper all along, who’s to say he hasn’t fathered a child in one of the timelines? Maybe even this one, but we and possibly even him, don’t know that yet.

And before you scoff at the idea of Loki potentially having a half human child, int he comics he’s himself admitted to having numerous kids, even half human ones, like Tess Black.

He magically created Sylvie, but he also has a daughter named Sylene, who comes from another reality and models herself after her father, Loki (and is practically a new Loki)

And she was actually mentioned last year as one of few characters who could, given the nature of the show, be making an appearance in it. 

I wouldn’t be too shocked if Marvel pulled another one of their ‘let’s mash these two characters together’ shticks and combined Sylvie and Sylene, make her his daughter, but half human.

Interestingly enough, both characters Sylvie and Sylene are known for emulating other people. Sylvie modeled herself after Amora the Enchantress (yes, that’s why people confuse Sylvie and Amora), her appearance, powers matched Amora’s and Sylvie went as far as to even borrow her alias, The Enchantress (which displeased Amora).

And Sylene, as evident emulated her own father, Loki. If one didn’t know better she could easily pass for Loki’s female form.

I’m mentioning this because in the show we have a mysterious female character who by some reason clearly models herself after Loki.

If it weren’t for those combat boots and trousers her attire would look suspiciously similar to Loki’s - which still does, but it has some very ‘midgardian’ sprinkles thrown in it. However, the similarity is noticeable and many have assumed she’s female Loki, but I personally don’t believe in that theory because of her attire and most of all, her hair. I’ve heard rumours that the actress playing her, Sophia di Martino, has naturally dark brown hair and she dyed it blonde. I looked it up, and it’s true. Why dye your hair blonde if you play a character who has always been portrayed with black hair? Even the rumoured (or not so, heard he’s pretty much confirmed it by now) actor playing Kid Loki has dyed his hair black. At this point, black hair is Loki’s signature look. And after some casting decisions lately I think it’s safe to assume Marvel strives to be as comic accurate when it comes to their characters’ appearance as they can.

And as I mentioned before, Cailey Fleming is playing ‘young Sylvie’ which means there’s also an adult Sylvie in the show. The fact that we’re getting a young and adult version of the same character could indicate that this character will play a major role in the show. So far, out of all known cast, only Sophia di Martino fits the bill.

I’m convinced Sophia and Cailey play the same character but at different stages of her life. Sylvie, who for some reason emulates Loki. 

Perhaps Marvel really did pull another Hela situation and merged two (or more) characters together - which clearly seems to be the case. In this case, Sylvie (believed to be a midgardian girl but turns out she was created by Loki, extremely powerful, has a thing for copying certain someone and even goes by their alias) and Sylene (Loki’s daughter from another reality/timeline, emulates her father and is basically Loki 2.0).

Even their names are kind of similar.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Loki at some point in his past (or a different timeline) fathered a daughter. The guy has a plethora of kids in the comics.

It would certainly explain the resemblance between Loki and Sophia’s character.

[bisexualsforprompto]

If you’re still doing the jealous!Adrien headcanons, could you please do one with Garmari (BB/Marinette)? it’s my latest JAM and hnfhg its so c u t e

Jealous! Adrien Garmari Headcanons fic

Ummmm I got carried away?

Marinette opened her locket that was carefully placed on her mirror. Inside were two kids, almost unrecognizable after everything that happened and everything that came between them.

Marinette ran across the hot, sandy yard, panting when she finally reached her destination.

“I win!” Marinette called to an out of breath redhaired boy.

“Just you wait!” Gar panted, “One day I’m gonna be faster than you!”

“Yeah right!” Marinette laughed.

Marinette stared blankly at the locket. Seeing the redhaired boy with green eyes smiling face, she reached out to close it.

“We should get married!” Gar exclaimed as Marinette picked at the flowers around her. She thought about it for a moment.

“Okay!” She grinned, showing her missing two front teeth.

“Marinette Dupain-Chang will you marry me?” Garfield asked, offering a ring that he had fashioned out of flowers. Marinette giggled and slid the makeshift ring onto her small finger.

“I do!” Marinette exclaimed.

Marinette closed the locket abruptly, trying not to remember the last time she saw Gar. She didn’t even get to see him when he needed it most.

“Why not?!” 10 year old Marinette pleaded to her parents.

“Honey, you know we want to support him. It’s awful that such a tragedy happened to him. His parents were good people, they left too soon.” Sabine said averting her gaze, “But he’s deathly sick, we can’t risk you getting it too.”

“It’s not fair! I wanna see him!” Marinette stomped off upstairs.

She still regretted it. She didn’t hear about Gar again. She didn’t know what happened. For all she knew his sickness could’ve-

Marinette grabbed the locket off of her mirror and clasped it around her neck. She felt the urge to wear it, although, she hadn’t in almost eight years. She walked downstairs, Kaaliki and Tikki already in her bag.

“Are you excited for the trip today sweetie?” Sabine asked, handing her a bag of food. Marinette pulled her suitcase behind her,

“Yeah, it should be a fun four days.” Sabine noticed the locket around her neck.

“It’s been awhile since you’ve worn that.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” She said before embracing her mother, “Goodbye Maman.”

“Goodbye Marinette. Don’t forget to call!” Sabine exclaimed, but Marinette was already outside of the house.

Marinette ran down the street, the last thing she wanted was to miss the bus. And she knew they’d go without her.

She stepped onto the bus and saw Alya’s apologetic expression when she was sitting with Nino. The only empty space was next to Adrien.

Alya🦊: Sorry, girl. He insisted. I tried, but I didn’t want to make a scene.

Marinette sighed at the text and sat down next to Adrien.

Mari: It’s okay Al. It’s just until we get to the airport anyway.

It wasn’t though, when they got to the plane Adrien ended up sitting next to her. She was able to tune out his flirtations for the most part, but ever since they revealed identities as their superhero alter egos Marinette’s crush dissipated quickly and Adrien’s grew stronger.

She ended up trying to sleep in order to get him to leave her alone, and she drifted off.

She woke up when they landed and the memories of her dream came flooding at once. She dreamed about Garfield, something that happened occasionally, but this time it was different.

Most of her dreams about him were nightmares where her fear was confirmed and he had died along with his parents.

This one was more hopeful, she supposed, she saw Gar again, but really only his eyes, just the green. But then his green eyes morphed into Adrien’s.

And that was the end.

She was no Freud, she wasn’t even going to try to think about her bizarre dreams. She walked into the aisle and met up with Alya. Alya was able to save her from talking to Adrien, by leaving the blonde with Nino and taking Marinette by the hand and exiting the plane.

“Okay class!” Miss Bustier clapped, “We’re walking over to the studio now!”

A chorus of groans was heard from the class.

“Don’t complain! It’s only about a ten minute walk, let’s go!”

Marinette and Alya begun walking, Alya pointing out all the sights.

“That’s the Hollywood sign!” Alya squealed, “Maybe we can go to it later!” Marinette grinned and nodded. Alya was more interested in the culture of Hollywood and California than Marinette was, but the bluenette was looking forward to looking at the trending fashion!

“Oh you know I know the the lead actor of the movie we’re going behind the scenes to see today!” Lila remarked loudly. A cacophony of ‘wows’ and ‘that’s so cools’ was heard from the sheep in Bustier’s class. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but actually my connections with him were the reason we got to come on set today!”

Marinette and Alya rolled their eyes, they both knew that the reason they were going backstage was solely because of Marinette winning a contest for the class. They ignored Lila and talked with each other the rest of the way.

“Oh girl!” Alya had said when the studio came in view, “I don’t think I’ve seen you wear that locket before. It’s cute!”

“Thanks.” Marinette smiled, “It’s from awhile ago, my friend and I are in it.”

Alya knew not to pry when she saw the wistful expression on Marinette’s face. They rounded the bend and Miss Bustier scanned the security card she had been sent. The door opened for them and the class walked in.

The set was truly breathtaking, it was space themed and a large prop spaceship graced the center of it all. Marinette glanced around it all and saw the costumes. They were amazing and obviously hand stitched, but there were two missing from the rack. Marinette saw the director come to them.

“The actors will be out soon! unfortunately, only two were available today, but your lucky class will be able to see the lead of our movie!”

The class cheered, but Marinette was still focused on the costumes.

“Now which one of you sent in the contest entry?” The director asked. The class gave each other confused looks.

“It was Marinette, ma’am!” Alya said pointing to the bluenette.

“Oh wonderful!” She exclaimed, “Your entry was delightful! You’re truly a talented artist.” Marinette blushed.

“But Lila, I thought you-“

Rose was cut off by the starstruck Oohs and ahhs when the actors stepped out. They were in full costume, including their helmets that covered their entire face. The first actress removed her helmet.

“Hello all!” She said, “I’m Grace Kingsley! I play the female lead in the movie.”

“Hey!” Said the second voice. A voice Marinette recognized. She turned around from the director and saw the boy take off his helmet. She was met with familiar eyes.

“Oh my god.” She whispered underneath her breath. She made eye contact with him briefly. It couldn’t have been Gar, could it? He was green all over, and his red hair was replaced with green. The only thing that looked the same about him were his eyes.

“Marinette?” He gasped. Marinette gripped onto her locket.

“Gar?”

“Garfield Logan!” Chloé swooned.

Marinette stepped forward and Garfield ran over and embraced her.

“You two know each other?” Asked the director. Alya was awestruck.

“Yeah.” Gar said breathlessly.

“I’m so sorry.” Marinette cried as she hugged him tighter, “I wanted to be there, but-“

“It’s okay, I was sick.” Gar said, “I almost died if not for a blood transfusion, that’s why I’m green by the way, I wouldn’t want that to happen to you.”

“I still feel horrible, but ummm, on the subject...”

“You wanna talk about my greenness?” Gar laughed.

“It’s just a little different.” Marinette giggled.

“It’s Martian blood, I can actually shapeshift into any animal because of it. I’m a hero here, Beast Boy.” Marinette didn’t end up being too surprised, after all she’d trust Gar with a miraculous, “I guess I can be faster than you now.” He laughed.

Marinette gaped, “Wait a second! Why did you tell me all of this? Your secret identity-“

“Well when you’re green it’s kinda hard to have one.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Marinette relaxed.

“Wait!” Rose exclaimed, “Don’t you know Lila too?”

“Who?” Gar asked.

“Lila, she said she knew you.” Rose repeated.

“I’ve never met any Lilas sorry. Marinette is the only one I know in your class.” Gar said dryly. “Also, Mari, are you free tomorrow?”

Marinette nodded.

“Do you think we can catch up?” Gar asked nervously, “I can introduce you to the other Titans, maybe we can grab lunch too?”

“Are you asking me on a date Gar?” Marinette laughed.

“I guess I am.” Gar said going pink.

“Sure, we’re already married, right?” Marinette winked. Gar laughed and nodded.

“Seriously?” Adrien muttered. Everyone turned to him. “I mean, I’ve known you for years and when I ask you out you say no, but this random guy you’re saying yes to?”

“I’m not a random guy.” Garfield barked, “We’ve known each other since we were kids.”

“I’m so done with this.” Adrien gritted his teeth, “Come find me when you’ve come to your senses Bugaboo.”

Marinette rolled her eyes as Adrien stalked off and Miss Bustier ran after him.

“Sorry about him.”

“No need to apologize, I’ve met plenty of famous people like him. Entitled.” Gar scoffed, “So, tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

~•~•~•~•~•~

Bonus:

Marinette walked into Titans Tower with Gar admiring the architecture.

“Welcome!” Garfield exclaimed as the elevator dinged.

“Beast Boy...who’s this?” Robin asked.

“My friend, Marinette. I’ve known her forever, you can trust her I promise.”

“Oh, it is the lovely to meet you!” Starfire grinned shaking Marinette’s hand frantically.

“You too.” Marinette laughed.

“Hey, I’m Cyborg.” Cyborg greeted, “BB has talked a lot about you.”

Marinette blushed, “Really?”

“Really.” Raven said looking up from her book, “Nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet all of you too, I’m so happy I got to see Gar. It’s been so long and-“

A blaring alarm cut Marinette off.

“Titans! Trouble!” Robin yelled, the other Titans, save Garfield, fell into formation. “Down at the bank, we need to go now! It’s the HIVE.”

“I’m so sorry.” Gar sighed, “Can I drop her off?”

“Wait!” Marinette exclaimed. The team turned to face her, “Do you need help?”

“We shouldn’t get civilians involved, it’s dangerous.” Robin stated.

“Yeah, Mari, I really don’t want you to get hurt.” Gar said placing his hands on her shoulders, “You don’t have powers or any-“

“Spots on.” Marinette whispered, welcoming her transformation.

“Woah.” Cyborg yelled as Ladybug stood before him.

“Miraculous magic.” Raven assessed, “I thought I sensed magic off of you.”

“So...how do you feel about help now?”

Two weeks later the newest Titan from Paris was announced, and the talk of the community was the French superhero Ladybug who was dating Beast Boy.

And back in Paris a certain cat was furious, and plotting revenge.

Btw, this won’t be continued, sorry!

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[lettingmydreamsspeak]

The Heart Knows Best : Part VI

Summary: There is nothing like sitting across the table from the one you are interested in, but when you are slated to work with them, how are you going to keep focus?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female Reader

Warnings: None

Word count: approx. 3300

Author’s Note: This one has been a few months in the making. Life definitely got in the way, in ways I didn’t imagine it would. It feels good to be back though. Catch up with Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, and Part V here before checking out Part VI! 

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You felt time freeze in that moment. Who was going to ruin all of this and wake you up from this dream? Chris stood there just smiling at you.

“Yes, the very Y/n from the book that you read on the video! We had some discussions, and felt that she was the best fit for this project. Scott did remind us that you did specifically love the drawings from that book.”

Still staring into your eyes and holding your hand, Chris responded to Evelyn.

“Yes, this is true. By the way…it is so nice to meet you Y/n!” He had the biggest grin on his face, looking as if he wanted to laugh at the fact that you were standing in front of him. He was in shock, just as much as you were. As for Scott, well he is feeling pretty proud of himself. He wasn’t going to let this little secret out anytime soon.

“It is very nice to meet you as well Chris. Thank you for selecting our publishing firm to help bring your book to life.”

“Well, it’s not just my book. My brother Scott is a part of the writing adventure too.” Chris directed your attention over to the other side of the table.

“How rude of me not to introduce myself. Thank you Chris for the introduction.” Scott stood up from the table and eagerly walked over to greet you not just with a handshake, but with a quick hug.

“It’s very nice to meet you as well Scott!”

You were taken aback. Usually hugs weren’t a traditional way of greeting clients, but his friendly demeanor was welcome. If his hugs were a slight indication of what one from Chris would be like, you looked forward to experiencing it. Chris followed behind Scott, as he returned to the other side of the table, taking a seat across from you. You couldn’t bring yourself to look over at Chris, knowing that you would be distracted. You knew that his eyes would stop the world around you, let alone cause you to fumble over your words. Thankfully Evelyn was taking the lead on this meeting. You were there just to hear the ideas, figure out a timeline to complete this project, and see what Evelyn has in store for you.

“First off, thank you Scott for reaching out to us with the idea of writing this children’s book. When we saw your video explode on social media, I don’t think we ever imagined that this project would happen. I was excited to get your call.”

“Well we need to thank you in return Evelyn, and your team, for being willing to meet with us so quickly to get the ball rolling. The timing couldn’t be more perfect for us to work on this book and I know that we have lots of ideas to comb through. Hopefully we won’t be too much of a pain!”

Everyone around the table had a good laugh at Scott’s comment. You couldn’t help but look up at Chris at that moment as you heard his laugh. A smile grew on his face as your eyes met.

“I don’t want to speak for Chris, but I know this was something that I have always wanted to do. This is a memory that we can make together as brothers.”

“I have to agree with Scott. There is a lot of work ahead of us and I know the both of us are keen on getting this done. I just have one question.”

“I will try my best to answer.” Of course Evelyn would have an answer for Chris. She was the ultimate decision maker who wanted to please her clients. This was not that time to disappoint anyone.

“Is it possible to incorporate a charity component to the sales of this book?”

Of course he asked such a question. It melted your heart. You heard that he was a kind heart guy, and now you believe it from the one simple request he made.

“We sure can. You just let us know who you would like the proceeds to go to, and we will do the rest for you!”

“Thank you Evelyn. That was the most important part to me, to really seal the deal. Scott and I will have some discussion about who we would like to work with. I have a few ideas already, but I want the both of us to be on the same page.”

“I agree with Chris. So how do we move forward, Evelyn?”

“Ultimately, we will work with your schedule.”

“Alright! I know that we probably have to work out some kind of timeline for this to be completed. I have already checked with my agent and my schedule is clear for at least the next three to four weeks. Obviously we have never done this before. Does that seem like a reasonable amount of time?”

“We will work with your schedule. Knowing that you are free for the next few weeks Chris, we will start the project right away. Luckily, we have planned for Y/N to be in town for the duration of the project, so she will be available throughout the process.”

“Oh, you don’t live in Manhattan Y/N?” Even though Scott knew exactly where you live, he wanted to sound a little clueless and curious.

“As much as Manhattan feels like home to me now, Vancouver is my hometown. The team has welcomed me with open arms and Evelyn has been kind enough to set up an office for me here for the duration of my stay.”

“That’s great. Who knows, maybe this city will become your home one day. I hope it’s not all work and no play for you the duration of this trip though. By the way, we are excited that you agreed to come on board with this project, right Chris?” Scott nudged Chris out of a daze that you clearly could see and sense from across the table. 

“Oh…yes! I…I mean we are excited to be working with you. Hopefully Scott doesn’t drive you crazy.”

“Hey!!!” Scott punched Chris is the arm.

The grin on your face grew as you watched these brothers being typical brothers. You could see their bond was strong. It reminded you of your relationship with your brother. Gone are the days when you would beat up on each other. You couldn’t help but think of what your brother’s reaction would be if he found out what was happening right now.

“So how about we kick things off tomorrow? Y/N you can meet with Scott and Chris for your initial creative session. I have booked out this conference room for the remainder of the week, so the three of you can start brainstorming. And I will have the contract to you two later today” Your head was spinning as Evelyn proposed the start of the project. You were not prepared to spend every moment with Chris so sudden. Really this was the ideal situation. How was this even possible?

“This sounds great! We will be here at 9am. We will bring the breakfast.” Scott was enthusiastic about the start of this project, but he looked forward to the moment they left the building as he knew his brother was about to burst at the seams. “We thank you again Evelyn. And Y/N, we will see you tomorrow morning. I warn you now; I don’t know how much a morning person my brother is.”

“I will make sure there is lots of coffee to fuel us, most specifically Chris.” 

You found it hard to believe that Chris wasn’t a morning person, considering the early hour that you met him in the park. Who were you to argue with Scott though, as you didn’t want Evelyn to find out about the chance encounter that Chris and you had just a week prior. Everyone stood up and made their way from the table towards the door. Secretly you didn’t want him to leave. You tried to think of something that would stop him and encourage him to stay just a little longer.

“Wait! I should give you both my business card. If you happen to be running late, just let me know!” You handed a card to both Scott and Chris. In your mind, you hoped that Chris would use this as a way to reach out to you, not just for business reasons.

“Good thinking. Thank you Y/N. We will see you tomorrow morning.” Chris’ hand touched yours again as you handed the card over to him, causing the sparks to fly. You brought yourself to look him in the eyes, even though you were intimidated by the smile he still had. He made you smile.

You watched them walk away as the chatter from behind you grew. Just as you turned to return to your spot in the conference room, you see Chris as the end of the hallway turn to see if you were still there. You smiled and lazily waved bye to him. You instantly felt stupid for waving as you wondered how stupid you looked doing it.

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The day flew by and exhaustion set in as you arrived back at your hotel room. After being in meetings with Evelyn all day, you couldn’t wait to tell Haley about what happened. It was the perfect evening to grab take out from the deli around the corner from the hotel, for dinner in bed. You crawled into bed, with the buffet laid out in front of you as you quickly dialed Haley, hoping that she would answer. You needed to process the day, as it still seemed like a dream.

“Why aren’t you out on the town right now?”

“I am not in any state to be out and about tonight?”

“Rough day?” Haley knew exactly what happened today, thanks to the play by play from Scott. She was hoping that you would have told her you were getting ready for some fancy date with Chris, but played dumb by asking if you about your day.

“No? I don’t think I can classify it as that. You are never going to believe what I am about to tell you.”

“Oh?”

“Chris. He is my new client.”

“As in THE Chris?” Good thing Haley could cover up the sarcastic tone in her voice with enthusiasm and shock. She was a really good actress.

“Yes that Chris. Hales, it was so hard to sit across the table from him. I am slated to work with him for the next three to four weeks.”

“This is a dream come true, isn’t it?”

“Yes and no. I don’t know how to deal with this Hales. He is within reach and I am acting like a stupid teenager.”

“Just be yourself Y/N. He is probably in just as much shock as you. I can only imagine that he is sitting in his home or hotel room trying to process everything with his brother.”

“You are right. Wait…..how do you know that his brother is with him?”

Haley needed to cover up the knowledge she had, as Scott has just texted her prior to you calling.

“I follow Scott on Instagram. He posted about being in the city, so I made the assumption that they are hanging out together.”

“Yah, they are both my client. Chris is writing the children’s book with Scott.”

“That will be so much fun! Maybe Scott will make it easier to hang out around Chris. He can lessen the tension between you and Chris.” As Haley continued talking to you, she texted Scott asking him to help you out tomorrow, because she knew you were going to be a nervous wreck.

So, Y/N is going to be a nervous wreck tomorrow. Can you work your magic and ease things a little?

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Chris paced back and forth in the hotel room, scratching at his facial hair. He did this when he was nervous or unsure of things he could not control. His afternoon was occupied with production meetings, which kept his mind from constantly thinking about you. Yet there he was, thinking about you. Scott had just returned from getting take out for the both of them.

“Have you worn out the carpet yet?”

Chris stopped to actually look down to the carpet, wondering if he actually did wear things down.

“Nope, not yet! You realize I am not going to sleep tonight. She has been on my mind all week, and now she is within reach and I don’t know what to do. I feel like a stupid middle school boy that doesn’t know how to talk to his crush!”

“When was the last time you felt like this?”

“Honestly, I don’t think I have ever felt like this.”

“Just be yourself then.”

“But what if she doesn’t reciprocate the feelings that I am having?”

“Just take a chance. I have a good feeling about this.” Just then Scott received a text. Looking at his phone, it was Haley. The two of them hadn’t stopped conversing since the meeting this morning. To distract Chris from the texting, Scott quickly unpacked all the food from the paper bags. “Here, let’s get some food into you.” As he motioned Chris to come get food, he pulled out his phone to read the message from Haley.

So, Y/N is going to be a nervous wreck tomorrow. Can you work your magic and ease things a little?

Scott responded quickly.

I will try my best. Chris is a wreck already. He is worried that Y/N won’t have the same feelings for him. I’ll keep you posted on how it goes. It could be an interesting day. Ps. How the heck are we going to keep this secret up?

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You laid in the massive king size bed, staring at the ceiling. It was shortly after 1:00am and you had given up on the idea that you would get any sleep. You learned to sleep with your phone on the other side of the room, so you couldn’t press snooze on the alarm. As you struggled to sleep, you needed something mindless to help pass the time, and hopefully help you fall into a deep slumber. You crawled out of bed to grab your phone from the desk. You had a couple of notifications for work emails and social media updates from your friends. There was also a text from a number that didn’t look familiar. Unsure of who this text was from, you click to open and read it.

I saw the weather for tomorrow. You might need an umbrella :)

Your heart skipped a beat. The time stamp indicated that he had texted 20 minutes earlier. Clearly Chris was having troubles sleeping as well. You wanted so badly to text him back, but knew that you should keep things professional. You read the text over and over again, like it was the first time you were reading it. You loved that he referenced the first time he met you. You also loved that he was looking out for you.

You typed out a few words in response, but deleted them as quickly as they filled the screen.

It must have been his words that calmed your nerves, as your eyes got heavy reading his message a hundred times over. You eye lids became heavy and the phone fell from your hand onto the pillow beside you.

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Though the hours of sleep were short, you felt energized for the day. You took extra time prepping as you woke before your alarm went off. You were making sure that you were feeling confident and cute. With Chris’ recommendation running through your mind all morning, you looked out the window and saw that rain started to fall. You brought the umbrella that he had given you, on the rare chance that you would run into him and give it back. You didn’t want to give it back though. You saw this as a memento from the day you met him. You checked the time on your phone to make sure that you were still on time. His text from the night before almost haunted you. Now was maybe the time to text him back.

Thanks for the heads up. Does this mean I need to return it to you? See you soon! Ps. How much coffee will you require this morning? ;)

With that response, it was probably about that time that you should head out to make that coffee that you promised. As you ran out the door with the umbrella in hand, you gave yourself one last once over in the mirror to make sure that you were looking as good as you were feeling.

“Guess what Y/n, this is no longer a dream. You got this.”

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Chris admittedly was not typically a morning person. Today was a different day. He was up before his alarm went off. He had finished up all his emails before Scott even woke up. His thoughts of Y/N did this to him. He was anticipating the moment he would get to see her again. He also had to make a conscience effort not to check his phone every two minutes to see if she has responded to his message from the night before. For a moment he had second guessed himself and even sending a message at all, especially that late at night. 

Noticing that his brother was still sound asleep, he grabbed a pillow from his bed and flung it at his head, in hopes that it would startle him awake.

“Get up! We are going to be late!” Chris lied in that moment just to see what Scott’s reaction would be.

“Lies. My alarm hasn’t gone off yet. Now f*** off.”

“Good morning to you too. To let enjoy your beauty sleep, I will go and pick up the breakfast we promised to take to the office.”

“Okamph donmmph forgmph frugmph.” Scott’s response was muffled by the pillows that he covered his head with, in anger that his brother thought it was a good idea to wake him up.

“Ahhh, yes. I completely understood that. See you at the office.”

Chris had some eagerness in his step, as he grabbed his messenger bag and ran out the door to catch the elevator. He anticipated seeing Y/N, so much so that there seemed to be a permanent smile on his face. As the door slide open on the elevator to welcome him on, a young family with two small boys stared at him as their jaws dropped open.

“Good morning crew!” As he entered the elevator he approached the young boys and gave them both a high five. He was even beginning to question his own enthusiasm first thing in the morning. As they arrived to the lobby, the younger of the two boys used great confidence to ask Chris for a photo. This kid pulled at his heart strings that he couldn’t resist being able to fulfill such a request. Just as the three of them got into place to take the photo, Chris looked up to see a woman walking through the lobby, clearly on a mission to get somewhere. His heart stopped for a moment and he tried to remain focused on taking this photo. He was pretty sure that it was Y/N heading out the revolving door. He wanted to chase after her, but did want to break the hearts of the boys. As they finished up the photo and went on their way, Chris was quick to run out the lobby to see if he could see Y/N. She was nowhere to be seen, especially in the sea of umbrellas covering the people rushing off to work.

“Why did I have to have a black umbrella?” He stood there staring down the sea of black umbrellas, with a bit of disappointment. As everyone rushed by him on the sidewalk, Chris grabbed his phone to see that he missed a text from her.

Thanks for the heads up. Does this mean I need to return it to you? See you soon! Ps. How much coffee will you require this morning? ;)

Of course his smile grew when he read her response. 

Keep it! It’s my gift to you. Too bad I didn’t buy a replacement though...I might need a towel along with a very large cup of coffee when I get to the office. See you soon!

As he pressed send on his response, the rain suddenly started to come down a little heavier. In that moment though, he didn’t mind one bit. A little bit of rain wasn’t going to ruin his day.

[mothsandbutterflies13]

Shadow and Bone Pt 2

The General/The Darkling/Aleksander Morozova: I like this character. Like, a lot. It helps that he's the epitome of "Tall, Dark, and Handsome" (TDH) but Aleksander Morozozva, as a person, is so interesting. There are so many things I'd like to pick his brain on; human nature, court politics, the war with Fjerda and Shu Han, Zlatan and his independence movement, etc. As a character, I wish they had injected some more darkness into him. I get it, the show is supposed to be marketed towards a younger audience, so it's not logical to have your tall, dark heartthrob be a literal jackass with no redeemable points. I applaud the show for giving him a more human side to him, but I also wish they would be clear on which couple is endgame. B/c if Darklina is endgame, I don't think you're doing enough to sell it. And if it's not, then you're doing waaaaay too much to sell it.

Alina Starkov: I love the actress. She seems so funny and kind. Her biracial status is just an added bonus. As a character, though… let's just say, Alina might not be a Mary Sue, but she's not not one either. Let me explain. I can't say I was thrilled to hear Alina Starkov was written as biracial in the show. It just felt like they were trying to score diversity points in being able to cast Jessie Mei Li as the female lead in a major TV production. I mean, in the context of the universe of Shadow and Bone, it was fine. I guess. But we really only get one piece of dialogue wherein Alina is discriminated against by the army camp cook for her different looks (which, if we're talking different looks, Mal looks waaaay more Shu Han than Alina, but that's just my opinion) and the confrontation with the tsarista and the maid's comment about changing her eyes, but that was about it. And Botkin, who looks and sounds like a Shu Han, NEVER comments on her appearance. For some people, that's great, it means he doesn't see her any different than anyone else. However, in a country where Ravkans sometimes openly discriminate against anyone that looks Shu Han (not Fjerdan cuz they look way too similar to their southern neighbors🙄🙄), you'd think Botkin would give Alina some advice or, I don't know, impart some knowledge about their shared cultural heritage!? If you're going to portray a character as a different race than she was (implied) in the books, AND make a big deal out of it, I should think you'd at least TRY and highlight why this change was necessary or important. But, if you're not going to do that, then please don't emphasize that particular fact. Just treat her like you would if she were of Caucasian descent.

And don't give me the same-old speel about representation. As an American-born Chinese, I grew up in a predominantly white town where I only had a few classmates who looked like me. I know what it means to be discriminated against or never seeing someone who looked like me on TV or in movies. I don't like watching the animated Mulan movie because she was a Chinese princess amongst a sea of white princesses. I like her because she doesn't take shit from anyone, not even her commanding officer. However, I identified the most with Belle because we were both bookworms and saw the beauty in the written word.

As for her powers… Like I said above, I really want to see what she could do with them. Light + physics = pretty OP.

Ok, so on to some of my biggest gripes with Alina.

One. She's angry that Aleksander has kept her letters from Mal and Mal's letters from her, leading her to believe that Mal doesn't care about her. As a way to woo the heart of possibly the only girl who'll ever be your equal, definitely not the best move. But as a general in charge of an army of grisha who now has finally found the one person who could make all his wishes come true, a necessary evil. True, Aleksander is half a millennia old, you'd think he'd have learned some patience by now. Alternatively, he could just be stubborn and set in his ways because no one has been able to challenge him and he hasn't had to stop and think about the consequences of his actions in terms of the individuals it will affect in a long time. However, in terms of what he could've done (send Mal on some impossible mission that was 100% going to get him killed) (Ok, yes, so the hunt for Morozova's stag probably should've been that, but we're not here to talk about what-ifs), confiscating their letters to each other was practically not even in the top 100. So, I honestly don't get why she seemed to make a mountain out of a mole hill.

Two. Aleksander didn't disclose that he was the Black Heretic and that he was planning to get the stag to be able to control Alina and her powers. I mean… would youdivulge your deepest, darkest secret to someone you just met not even a week before? Especially when it's about something as big as this. No? Point made. As to his plans for the amplifier, it's not like he could've known what the Sun Summoner was going to be like. And this goes back to my point before, that he can't see the trees for the forest because he's used to thinking in big-picture terms and what's best for the grisha as a whole, not the individual person. If you can't predict what this nebulous person is going to be like, you might as well hold all the control in your hands so as not to leave anything up to chance. Maybe Alina just can't see the forest for the trees.

Three. The above points are why (probably, most likely) why she chose Mal over Aleksander in the finale. Oh my God, I don't even know where to start. First of all, I have it on good authority (from someone who's read the books) that Alina is never Mal's first choice (and for that rant, I suggest you read the next point below before coming back to this one) but she still chooses him. When there's a perfectly good, emotionally-available, TDH man who accepts you, boils and all, standing. RIGHT. THERE. Second, this teaches young girls a bad precedent (granted, book!Darkling was a jackass so maybe not him). Why hang onto a guy who's made it clear to you, through his actions, that he'll never see you as his #1? Why waste your time, money, affections for someone like him? He doesn't deserve it and he CERTAINLY doesn't deserve you! You should only be with someone who treats you like a princess, who makes it clear to you that you have been, are, and always will be his #1. (I'm assuming the other person is male, but you don't have to read it like that. Don't @ me.) Trust me, Zhi Hua chasing after Yong Qi in HZIII scared me enough as a child and I have no desire to go through something like that in real life.

Mal: "This is why I have such a problem with Malina as endgame! If they were endgame, why is Mal always treating her like a second choice and Alina always content with the scraps he throws at her?! At least, with Aleksander, Alina was, is, and always will be his first choice and he makes it ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY clear he thinks the world of her! I thought Aleksander was the kind of guy we were taught to grab and hold on to, not some childhood bestie who always puts you on the backburner!" That's all I have to say for this one.

Zoya: I would have liked to see some complexity in this character, other than the whole "unrequited love for the Darkling". Granted, I only saw a quarter of the show, so I don't know about later episodes.

As for the Crows, I wish I had seen more complexity and character backstory from Kaz. Jesper is amazing but, my favorite has to be Inej because she's fulfilling all my Assassin dreams!

My sister claims I'm expecting too much out of a TV show that is based on a YA fantasy novel series, and maybe I am. I just want to see a well-made fantasy TV series or movie with a great cast that has amazing acting chops, beautiful set pieces, intricate costuming, and a well-written plotline with a dash of sarcasm and wit. Is that really so hard to ask for?

[aion-rsa]

Creating the Family of Fast and Furious Spy Racers

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Fast & Furious Spy Racers, like the entire Fast & Furious franchise, is all about family. Not a traditional type of family but one of different people not always connected by blood who come together for the greater good. It’s the main appeal of the Fast & Furious franchise to many of its fans and one that was slowly built over time in the films.

But with Spy Racers a whole new family had to be created from the jump and the team behind it didn’t have the luxury of several movies to slowly (and somewhat accidentally) create one. They had to come up with not only a family that could stand alongside the ones from the massively successful films but also appeal to the show’s younger demographic. 

It wasn’t an easy task but it’s one we became interested in after we spoke with Spy Racers executive producer Tim Hedrick in October. In that interview Hedrick mentioned that Layla Gray, a reformed racer with a dark past, was originally created for a different project which he then inserted into this show. In the lead-up to season three, we sat down with Hedrick once again to get his insight into creating the rest of the Spy Racers family.

DEN OF GEEK: In our last interview you talked a little bit about the origin of Layla’s character, but I’d love to know where the ideas for the other characters came from, like Tony, Echo, Cisco, Frostee, all the main characters.

TIM HEDRICK: Okay. Well, let’s see. Tony was, when we, when we started coming up with the show, we knew Fast and Furious is all about family, right? Well, you have to have a Toretto in there. Who would be the ideal kind of Toretto to see in the show?

We wanted the characters to be young, we wanted them to be able to drive. So that kind of narrowed down your scope. We wanted them to be about 17 years old. So a 17-year-old Toretto from the streets of LA. I really wanted Tony to carry this burden of being a Toretto. Like he knows who Dom is. He knows that Dom is like this superhero character. He’s not just like his favorite uncle from around the block. He’s also this guy who’s traveled the world, who disappears mysteriously for years and then icomes back. There’s a whole aura about that that he has to live up to.

That was the core of what Tony is in the show, it’s just constantly trying to find himself. In season three Tony’s main storyline, is “Who am I? I’m a Toretto, but what does that mean? What does that mean for me as an individual versus trying to live up to the family name?” So this is actually the season where we kind of really hit that on the nose.

Echo was an interesting one who kind of evolved as we were developing the show because I thought when we’re talking about LA street culture, what would be cool things to see in the neighborhood? We got really into graffiti art and started talking to artists and wanted to see what would that be in the team because that’s something that we hadn’t really seen in the film franchise. Echo kind of evolved out of that. Initially she was a little bit more of a kind of hippie character with the electric car and the artist and it was coming off as a little too, I don’t know, soft I guess. It just didn’t feel like this is someone who actually would hang out with these people and drive around real fast and race cars.

So when we got Charlet (Chung, Echo’s voice actress), she came in with the voice that really nailed it for me. I was like, “Oh yeah, she’s kind of tough. She’s this like strong, silent type who enjoys the arts, enjoys the risk, likes hanging out with these guys and is finding herself.” That’s an interesting place to be for a character. I don’t really know who I am and I want to find myself. And so as we evolved writing the show bringing her to the four as maybe she’s the one who actually is the best spy.

Maybe she’s the one who really should be leading the crew and how do she and Tony kind of navigate that as these two friends where Tony is the name who has always been the leader? How does Echo step into that? That’s another aspect that in season three really comes to the fore. She actually becomes a leader of the crew and she has to lead the team and make the tough decisions. And she’s a better leader because she’s smarter and she can digest the information and evaluate the risk and decide whether or not we should be here in the first place and maybe it’s time to cut and run versus just doing this stupid thing and going forward all the time. She’s becomes = the brain but that comes with a lot of responsibility that she’s not used to. 

Frostee, I think actually came from an idea that Vin had that he wanted to have a character who was younger, who couldn’t drive, and who looked up to these people. This was in super early discussions. He wanted someone who kind of like, these were the heroes on the block that he would hang out with and look up to these guys. And then we thought, well, we don’t want him to just be standing there saying, “Gee, these guys are cool.” What can Frostee bring to the table? And so he became the tech guy, which makes complete sense because the older I get the less able I am to operate any technical devices. So we figured a 15 year old would be the guy who knows how to do everything the best.

Then we also wanted him to be riding with someone. And we thought that, that could be this kind of like a Mutt and Jeff (a long running comic strip) relationship with this big, strong character who became Cisco. In the beginning he’s the guy who is like combing through the junkyard trying to build up their cars. He’s fixing Tony’s old engine with bubble gum. He’s the guy who’s just a really down and dirty gear head. We had a lot more of that in early versions of the show, where there would be a lot more just working on cars and we kind of got away from that. There just wasn’t time to hang out in a garage and work on cars when you’ve got to go out on spy missions. That’s also something that comes out with Cisco in season three when he’s digging around trying to help the team building these cool gliders.

And then Layla, the outlaw who in this season we, again, see her meet the people that she’s seen in the past. When we first see her in season one Frostee knows who she is, we know that she’s this kind of outlaw who is hanging out with Shashi, but now we get to see, oh, here’s some stuff that she did before that’s going to kind of get the crew into trouble and also maybe help them a little bit. So she kind of brings the chaotic, wild card edge there.

I found her arc this season very interesting. A lot of the references to her trying to move on from her past and not really being able to because she has deep ties to this bad part of the world.

I think it’s interesting that she’s kind of the one that has relationships all over the world and the rest of these guys have never left LA before. She has been in trouble with all kinds of criminal crews. So you never know who’s going to pop up that’s like, “Layla Gray.” She’s kind of like the Han Solo of our team where there’s always some bad news coming with (her.)

I love that Frostee has two moms. Can you talk about adding them into the show?

You know for a show that talks about family all the time, we really only have one family on the show and that’s Frostee and his two moms and his little sister. It just seemed like a natural place to have that family dynamic and it was cool. They’re a female owned business in Los Angeles with two moms. It came pretty naturally. They were really fun to cast and they’re great. They come in with really fun comedy and it’s just a fun dynamic.

You mention there’s only one family but the Fast & Furious films, and by extension this show, has a much broader definition of family. It’s not always by blood, it’s by the people that you not only work with but have a connection with.

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Exactly. It’s about choosing your own family and who you let in and who you exclude.

Fast & Furious Spy Racers: Sahara is now available on Netflix.

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   Six Questions with Riot A few weeks ago I posted a review of Jessie's Super Normal Regular Average Day staring Ellie Church. Ellie is a beautiful and passionate actress that has been delivering many genre films over the last decade. Mysterious creature films like Harvest Lake to action movies like Time to Kill or bloody horror in Headless. Adding her personality filled with charm and cheekiness which personally I see growing in more comedic roles like Space Babes from Outer Space. I can't recommend these titles enough and Ellie stands out in each of them. So I am honored she let me throw some silly six questions at her so you guys can get to know her a little better. 

 Riot: Since 2013 you have been pretty constantly working on a new film or getting out into the conventions. How is the pandemic slow down of every thing treating you. Have you gone nuts yet? 

 Church: For a good while there I  was averaging 2-3 features a year. I did 2 features last year, but slowing down might be a good thing for a bit. I'm not going too crazy, I've been getting outside a lot, which I love. But don't get me wrong , if a good role comes along, I will jump on that sucker asap.

 Riot: Your list of movies differ a lot. At first to some people they may look similar in aesthetic by the wild covers and titles like Frankenstein Created Bikers to Amazon Hot Box to Space Babes from Outer Space or Plankface but really the aesthetic and tone of each of these movies are very different. From boing sound effect like comedy to legit dark and uncomfortable horror (shockingly Plank face is very not the boing type of movie). Your filmography looks like a 42nd street trailer reel come to life. Is there a genre you enjoy being involved with the most and in fact what do you feel is your milestone role at this point?

 Church: I love so many of these creative and wonderful projects I've been so lucky to be able to be involved in. If I am sent an unimaginative script, I simply don't accept the role. The genre I think I love , and have always loved the most, is ridiculous off the wall comedy. My favorite movie of all time is Better Off Dead if that tells you anything. But jumping into horror first, I haven't been able to do a lot of that. I would love more comedic experience. I think my role in Amazon Hot Box has the best of both, which I loved. I have definitely done a LOT of very uncomfortably graphic horror, therefore I feel like I've really gotten good at that. Which is why I think my role in The Bad Man came at just the right time. I think it is my best work to date. When I read the script, it was all I could think about. I think we waited 2 or 3 years, and I was chomping at the bit for it by the time we were filming. 

 Riot: When you started acting did you have plans to not be as involved in the indie genre film world or was this the plan? I find a lot of people the low budget genre that made it a real career often tell me they just fell into it more than planned it.

 Church: When I first started,  my plans were only to have fun with it. I didn't take it seriously at all. But after a couple of projects, and especially when I started getting into the films that I felt were artistic and sort of passion project films , I became almost obsessed with doing this as many times as I possibly could. Not only is the finished product typically something I'm proud of in the end, but the process itself is magical every time. On top of that, when working with all kinds of other crews and actors , it can also be very different every time. I'm obsessed with it, and I always will be.

 Riot: Lots of female directors on the rise but I feel the small produced exploitation, dare I say B movie genre, does not have enough. With your passion for the projects you are involved with do you feel you would like to try you're hand at directing? Church: I'm actually not interested in directing outside of helping to direct actors if my assistance is needed on set. Working so closely with my husband Brian while he's worked on several films, I don't think that's for me at all. As we know , when you are "directing" an indie feature , you are pretty much doing everything else as well. Brian writes his scores, edits, casts , you name it. I love doing set design, props, fx, anything that an art department would do, and acting. I'm satisfied with that. I'm not interested in juggling 1000 hats, at least not right now.

 Riot: We love gross and rude stuff and the movies you are in don’t seem to worry about holding back on that. When you first read a script has been many times you said "oh hell no that is not for me?" or are you the kind of pushing to dare everyone to go for even more? 

 Church: Oh, I've definetly turned down roles because the content was off the charts. I've also done a lot of really fucked up things in a lot of really fucked up movies. BUT, the difference is this. Writing shock for shock' s sake doesn't interest me. It always seems stupid and hokey. Shock for the sake of a gripping story, or script , that interests me. Whether it's idiotically funny, heart wrenching , etc. , you don't have a good movie without a good story. 

 Riot: We all loved Jessie's Super Normal Regular Average Day and I hope to see you rapping again but how do you feel about that kind of story telling. The trippy style and wild concepts. Even an action movie like Time to Kill is not told in a mainstream way at all. Kudos to Brian Williams in directing both but you definitely play very different roles and styles. Is there a style you liked to try next or in general what is the dream role you would like to try? 

 Church: Brian has a unique brain. I think a lot of his stories have a lot to do with music. He has a wonderful visual style and a great passion for music, and it shows. His scripts have layers and mean different things to different people, and I think that's very cool. I always tell people my dream role is as a raging alcoholic, just crashing into tables like Chris Farley and making outrageous claims. I am completely serious.  I want more extreme character roles. Challenge me.

Riot:  Thanks again for taking the time with to answer. I hope the world gets back in order soon so we can see more, looking forward to Johnny Z.If you follow Ellie on any social networking you will see how passionate and up front she is about promoting her work, which is why I brought up the directing question knowing that several of her projects are close to her and her family.I also know Ellie is as much of a fan of Tubitv as I am so check out many of her films there. Also Cultnetwork.com has some titles like Amazon Hot Box (a jungle prison homage) . Others available on dvd and well worth it.

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"Hello stranger," Ida said and hugged you. You felt guilty for neglecting your friend lately. You spent all of your time at work or with Marco and Alex. "Sorry Ida, I've been super busy lately, let's do something together. Are you free tomorrow?" you asked and hoped she isn't mad at you. Ida was one of your first friends here and she introduced you to Marco and Alex, since they were all from Denmark. "I'm sorry, love. I'm working tomorrow. But hey, you can go with me," she cheered up at the thought of going to work with you. "What? I don't think so," you laughed. "Why not? You can go with us on the set tomorrow, we always need some extras," Ida proposed. "What?? I'm not an actress, Ida!" you laughed at her silly proposal. "With all due respect to our extras, you don't have to be an actress to play an extra. Come on Y/N, they will tell you to walk around the market place, or sit in the great hall, or something like that. And we can chat all day," she named all the reasons, why you should go with her. "And our cast loves you. Jordan asked about you couple times, Kat is dying to meet you again, and you have Marco and Alex wrapped around your little finger," she smirked. "What??" you asked, afraid that she knows something about your little arrangement. "You are their best friend, they love you Y/N, I'm sure they miss you too," she answered and you sighed in relief. "Y/N, please. Please, please, please!!" she pleaded. "What's up, my beautiful ladies?" Alex asked and wrapped his arms around your and Ida's shoulders, kissing your temples. "I'm trying to convince Y/N, to go on the set with us tomorrow."  "On the set?", Alex raised his eyebrows in surprise. "She can play an extra, so we can see her all day. I think you agree with me, Alex, that we barely see her lately," Ida said and hoped that Alex will help her. "That's true Y/N. I'm starting to think, that you have secret boyfriend," Alex winked at Ida and you opened your mouth in disbelief. Is he serious? That cheeky fucker. Ida whistled playfully. "Is it true Y/N?" she teased you. "No, of course not," you protested. "So there is nothing stopping you from coming with us on the set tomorrow," she grinned. "I don't know guys," you were still unsure about it. "Please, Y/N," Alex pouted and gave you his best puppy dog eyes look.  You opened your mouth to say something, only to close it again, unable to find another good argument.  "All right guys," you sighed. "I'll go with you."  "Hooray," Ida shouted and hugged you.  "See you tomorrow, bye Alex," she kissed your cheek and left. You quickly turned to Alex and hit his chest.  "Ouch, what was that for?" "That's for lying to Ida," you hissed. "Me??" he asked innocently.  "Yes, you. >>We barely see you lately, Y/N<<" you mocked him.  "You had my legs wrapped around your head this morning. You see more of me than anyone else!" you frowned and Alex licked his lips.  "You weren't complaining this morning," he said cockily and you tried your best to ignore his comment.  "I just hate lying to her," you pouted. "Wait a minute, she is still alive in season six?" you suddenly realised that Ida is still part of the cast.  "Why? Can Ivar kill her, please?" Alex chuckled, kissing the top of your head lovingly.  "You'll see," he winked at you.

*********

"Wake up, Y/N," Marco shouted. "Go away, Ilsø!" you growled. "It's your big day, kitten." "What time is it?" you murmured. "3:30 AM". "Are you insane? Leave me alone, Marco!" you shouted. "That's enough, kitten," he grabbed you, tossed you over his shoulder and carried you to the bathroom. "What are you doing? Marco!! Stop!! Please!!" you yelled, when he put you down on the floor and grabbed a shower head. "I'm wide awake, please, Marco!" you pleaded, hugging his legs. "Are you sure?" he smirked, and you nodded frantically. "Do you know, what time is it? Keep it down you two!" Alex stormed through the door. "And you definitely don't have time for quickie," he barked and left. "What was that?" you asked Marco, when he helped you back on your feet. "You and Alex have this in common. He hates waking up early. This is his normal morning mood. He'll be OK. Don't worry, kitten," Marco assured you.

******

You felt like if you traveled through time. You stood in the middle of the fake Kattegat with other extras. They dressed you up as one of the slaves. Ida was right, your "role" was standing in the middle of the street with other slaves and watching Ivar and his army marching into Kattegat. You spent your lunch break with Ida and Kat, giggling and talking about girly stuff. You realized how much you missed this. Talking with your girl friends. You walked back to the set, when you spotted Alex standing between the large trucks, smoking. 

"You shouldn't smoke," you scolded him. "Yes, mum," he rolled his gorgeous eyes. "I'm serious Alex. It's not healthy, it's unattractive, and your perfect white teeth will turn yellow," you frowned at him. "Why are you so obsessed with my teeth?" he chuckled. "What?? I'm not!!" you protested. "Yes, you are! You told me yourself. You said: Alex your teeth are fucking perfect. It's your sexiest feature," he imitated your voice. "When did I say that?" you asked,  feeling your cheeks flush slightly. "Remember last week, when you and Marco drank the bottle of tequila, when I wasn't home?" of course you remembered, especially the agony of the hangover that followed. Alex smirked when he saw that you know what's he talking about. "You also told me, that I have the bluest eyes in the universe and you are drowning in them," he continued, biting his tongue playfully. "Oh my god, Alex, stop!" you begged. "Are you sure? You said a lot of interesting things," he wriggled his eyebrows suggestively. "All right. I'll leave it at that. But I have to say one more thing that you confessed that night. You said that smoking is hot," he said triumphally. "What??? No way!" you prostested. Alex just cocked his head to the side. "OK, maybe, MAYBE, some guys make smoking look sexy, but it doesn't change the fact, that they smell of smoke and kissing them is like kissing an ash tray," you replied stubbornly. "Really, love?" he drawled and blew the smoke. "So, are you trying to tell me, that you don't want me to kiss you, right now?" you shook your head and took a step back. "Are you sure?" he tossed his cigarette on the ground, and trapped you between the truck and his body. "You don't want to feel my lips on yours, Y/N?" he licked his lips, staring straight into your eyes. "No?" it came out more like a question. "So it means, that you don't want my tongue in your mouth?" he continued and nipped his way down your chin and neckline, sucking on the pulse point on your throat. "You don’t want my teeth pulling at your bottom lip?" he smiled, showing you his white teeth on purpose. "That's too bad, love. Because I really want to taste your lips," you held your breath, when he leaned in closer, his lips lightly brushing the corners of your mouth, not quite meeting but close enough to let you yearn for more. "But I respect you decision" he murmured against your lips. You moved in further to capture his lips but he shifted his head to the side. He chuckled and you had enough of his teasing. You grabbed the front of his costume and smashed your lips against his in a bruising kiss. He stopped laughing and pinned you against the truck. He dominated the kiss, making you a moaning mess in his arms. "So?," he raised his eyebrows. "It tastes terrible, but I don't mind at all," you grinned at him, making him roll his eyes.   "Let's go back on the set," he pecked your lips one more time and dragged you towards the cameras.

"Alex, we have a problem!" Mr. Hirst said, when you walked back in the faked Great Hall. "What's wrong?" "The girl who was supposed to play your slave called in sick." Mr. Hirst said. "Can you call someone else?" Alex tried to find a solution. "No one is available at such short notice. This is disaster," Hirst was hysterical. "Wait, who are you?" he looked at you. "That's Y/N, she's my friend, she's here as an extra today. She played one of the slaves in the crowd.” "Perfect, you are going to play Ivar's slave" Hirst grinned. "What, I'm not an actress!" you squealed. "You have to do only one thing. Spill mead into his lap, he'll get mad at you and choke you to death. Easy." Hirst nearly sang, happy that his problem is solved. "Ivar will choke me to death?" your eyes nearly popped out of your head. "Yes, as I said, easy. You have to say only one line," he ran away without asking you if you agree. You looked at Alex with wide eyes. "I can't do this, Alex!" you panicked. "Don't worry, Y/N. You will be great. You love the show. Most of the fans would be happy to have this opportunity," Alex cheered you up. "And we both know that you love it, when Ivar chokes you," he added quietly, so only you could hear him. "Alex!" you looked around nervously, but no one was paying attention to you. "Let's go, Ivar's waiting for you," he subtly slapped your ass, grinning smugly.  

You walked towards Alex/Ivar with cup of mead in your hands. Mr. Hirst told you, that your hands are supposed to be shaking, because you are terrified of Ivar. That wasn't a problem. You were shaking. But not because of Ivar, but because you were really nervous. You spilled the mead into Ivar's lap. "I'm so sorry, Prince Ivar," you said your line. Alex quickly wrapped his hand around your throat. "You clumsy, stupid slave. I am not your prince, I am your King!!" he roared, his eyes full of hatred. His face was so close to yours, you could feel his hot breath on your cheek. You were sure that he's pressuring your neck more than is necessary. "Stop!" Hirst shouted. "Y/N, sweetheart, you are wonderful. But he is choking you and you are terrified of him." you nodded. "So please stop looking at him, like a loyal servant. I know that Alex is your friend, but you need to stop looking at him like that," he explained, why he isn't happy with your performance. You blushed deeply and nodded. "OK, one more time. Everybody get ready!" he shouted. You had to retake that scene at least 12 times, till Hirst was finally happy. You felt like an idiot, but it was Alex's fault. He kept whispering dirty things into your ear between retakes. "You enjoy my fingers wrapped tightly around your throat, don't you?" "Your Ivar kink gives me life, love". "I bet your pussy is wet right now." "Imagine my cock sliding into you so easily". "I bet you will cum in the first fucking minute!" You hated him at this moment. He was making it so hard for you. It was totally unprofessional.

You didn't noticed that Marco joined the cast and watched you and Alex. "What is Y/N doing here?" he asked Jordan. "The girl who was supposed to play Ivar's slave called in sick, so Hirst asked Y/N to play his slave," Jordan explained.  "I bet she’s having the time of her life" Marco snickered. "What, why?" Jordan was immediately curious. "Let's say, that Y/N has a crush on Ivar," Marco smirked. "You mean on Alex," Jordan corrected him. "No, I mean on Ivar. She likes the dark, evil, sarcastic characters. So Ivar is like her hero or something," he rolled his eyes, feeling jealousy creeping back into his mind. "It explains why they had to retake that choking scene at least 12 times," Jordan laughed. Marco joined his laughter, but didn't tell Jordan, that you are also enjoying the choking part of the scene.

When you finally finished your scene, you were exhausted. You left the Great Hall, because Alex was shooting some scenes with Freydis and you honestly didn't want to know what is going on there. "You were amazing!" Ida praised you and hugged you tightly. "No, I wasn't, I messed up the last part," you whined. "Nonsense. Do you know how many times I had to retake some scenes? Twelve times isn't bad at all," she assured you and laughed, when you yawned. "You should take a nap, you look tired," she nudged you. "I can't take a nap here!" you protested. "Why not?" "I just don't like it, when people watch me while I sleep, Ida." "So take a nap in Alex's trailer. I'm sure he won't mind". "That's not bad idea, thanks Ida," you hugged her and headed towards Alex's trailer. But when you tried to open the door it was locked. You tried Marco's trailer. You were lucky, it was unlocked. "Marco?" you called, but no one answered. He was probably somewhere on the set, playing Hvitserk. You walked inside, when someone slammed you against the wall. "Marco?" you asked and hoped it's him. "Who is Marco, princess?" Marco growled in your ear, sending a shiver through your body. You honestly never thought about Marco role-playing Hvitserk with you. You thought that he isn't comfortable with that idea. "Try again, princess" he pressed you more firmly against the wall. "My prince?" you tried. "That's better, princess. Try again!" he commanded. "Hvitserk!" you yelped, when he bit your collar bone hard enough to leave an imprint of his teeth. "Tell me, my little princess. What were you doing over there?" he asked and nodded towards Alex's trailer. "Nothing," you answered quickly. "I think, you were looking for my little brother, princess" he hissed. "You wanted him to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours, am I right?" he intruded and slipped his hand into your knickers. "You are so wet for him. But let me tell you something, princess. Ivar the Boneless may be the beast on the battlefield, but it's Hvitserk Ragnarsson, who is the beast in the sheets," he turned you to face him and you gasped. It was the first time, when you saw him in his costume and with his hair braided. "Fuck, Marco. You look so hot," you whispered, your fingers trailed up the edges of his vest. He smirked but slapped your ass. "Stop saying that name, princess. I want to hear you moan my name!" he said as he curled his fingers into you so that he hit your g-spot each time he moved his fingers inside of you. You climaxed against his fingers and a few loud moans escaped your lips. "Hvitserk!" you shouted, making him growl with approval. He let out deep moan as you grabbed his dick and began rubbing it throught his pants. His sexy moans got you hot and bothered. You unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers revealing his full hard on. You wanted to wrap your hand around it, but he swatted your hand away. He pulled your knickers down your legs, he grabbed your ass cheeks, lifting you up. "Wrap you legs around me, take me into you, Y/N. Hurry up, don't make me wait, princess," he ordered and the dark tone in his voice made you shiver. Marco was usually the gentle one and this new side of him was thrilling. He pushed you up against the wall and slid his cock into you. You pulled on his hair, kissing him hungrily like if you could not get enough of the taste of him. Marco started pounding in you relentlessly, making you moan Hvitserks name loudly. "Yes, right there, my prince," you shouted, when he hit your g-spot. Suddenly the door burst open and Alex stormed in, quickly closing the door behind him. "If you want everyone around to know that you are screwing her brains out here, make her moan even louder," he suggested. Marco kept thrusting in you while smirking at his friend. "You have two options, brother!" he emphasized the word brother and Alex's eyes wided, when he realized what's going on here. "You can join us and lock the door or get the hell out of here!!" Alex gulped and looked at you. "Let Y/N decide!" he looked into your lust clouded eyes. You let out another loud moan. "Please, my king. Show to your brother, how to treat your little slave properly," you smirked. You knew you were playing with fire. Alex smirked and started limping towards you slowly. You watched his every move. Marco increased his speed, pounding into you like an animal, in short, hard thrusts. "Am I not good enough for you, princess? Am I too gentle with you?" he growled, spanking your ass. Alex reached you and watched your face for a minute. "I’ll show you, what this little whore, loves." he laughed wickedly and quickly wrapped his right hand around your throat, making you gasp for air. "More!" you whimpered. Alex tightened his grip around your throat, cutting off your air supply and you exploded around Marco's cock. He followed you as soon as your walls clenched around his prick. You and Marco were both gasping for air, but Alex looked bored. He limped to the couch and yelled at you: "Come here, slave!". You quickly obeyed and climbed onto his lap, so you're straddling him in a kneeling position and hold on to his shoulders. You gasped as you felt his hard cock against your sensitive pussy. "Did you have good time with my brother?" he asked you in dangerous tone. "Yes, my king," you kissed the corner of his mouth, your fingers teasing his neck and braided hair. Then you kissed his jaw. "But..." another kiss, this one closer to his ear. "...you fuck me so much better, my king," you whispered in his ear, rolling your hips against his hard dick. You didn't expect his next move. He bent you over the arm of the couch and plunged his cock into you all the way down to your hilt. "If I fuck you so much better, why did I found you here with Hvitserk's dick buried deep inside your tight cunt?" he asked between forcefull thrusts. You wasn't able to answer his question. All you could do, was moan Ivar's name. "Stop moaning, you little whore. Come on, brother. Shut her mouth!" he barked at Marco, who was watching you intently, while stroking his hard dick. "Open your mouth, princess," you gladly obeyed and took him in your eager mouth. You moaned at the salty taste of him. His head hit the back of your throat and you slightly gagged around him. Alex started rubbing your clit, making you moan around Marco's cock. Marco fisted your hair in his hands before he started fucking your mouth slowly. Your walls started pulsing around Alex's dick, but he pulled his dick out, making you whimper. "You thought that I will let you cum around my dick, slave?" he hissed and pulled you away from Marco, grabbing your jaw, forcing his tongue into your mouth, kissing you sloppily. "You don't deserve my dick!" he positioned himself between your legs. He left a trail of rough biting kisses as he made his way up your thighs, reaching your mound. He kissed you everywhere, but avoided your clit on purpose. You took Marco’s cock back into your mouth and whined around it, desperately needed Alex's tongue and fingers on your sensitive nub. Marco started fucking your mouth faster, hitting the back of your throat with the head of his cock, making your eyes water. You reached for his balls, playing with them, he didn't last long and coated your throat with his cum. He was looking at you with a worried expression on his face, but he relaxed when he saw that you are enjoying all of this. This wasn't obviously his thing, but he did it to make you happy. "You sucked me so good, princess," he praised you. "Hvitserk please," you begged shamelessly. "What do you want, princess?" he smirked. "You want my fingers on your cunt?" he chuckled and you nodded, earning a hard slap on the ass from Alex. Marco knelt beside your head. "I already made you cum, princess. But it wasn't enough for you. So now you, and your pretty tight pussy, are in Ivar's mercy," he chuckled darkly. Marco left a trail of kisses from your neck to one of your boobs, squeezing it in his hand as he kissed all around it playfully, making you moan loudly again. "I told you to shut her up!" Alex growled from between your legs. "Be a good little girl, princess, don't make a sound and he will make you cum, right Ivar?" Alex licked a stripe up your wet pussy, making you gasp and buck your hips. "Maybe," he laughed maniacally, biting your clit harshly. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from moaning. Marco's attention was now fully on your breasts. He flicked your nipples over and over again with his tongue. He was so good with his tongue. He focused on your left nipple, biting it harder and harder. You wanted to moan so badly. His other hand squeezed your right nipple, flicking it with his thumb. His teeth bit your nipple hard between his teeth. You arched your back and pushed your chest into his mouth. Your eyes begged him for more. Marco sucked on your nipple harder than he ever sucked on anyone’s nipple before. Seconds later, you were shuddering, cumming just by having your nipples sucked by him. You looked down at Alex and gulped loudly when you saw his pissed of look.  “You are in big trouble, slave!”  

To be continued... 

PART 8

A/N: Guys, don’t hate me for this, but I like to have all three of them on the Vikings set and I have a lot of ideas for it, and this chapter is already too long, so I decided to end it here and make another chapter with them on the set ;) 

And I am benching Fever for a little bit. I need a little break from all the smut 😝 My next update will be Crush 😘 But don’t worry, Fever will be back soon 😉

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Best of Toku 2018

Best New Show of 2018 ULTRAMAN RB Best New-to-You Show of 2018 mmmm... hurricaneger? WAIT NO. AGITO. Best Rewatch of 2018 i dont think ive actually really rewatched anything yet! oh, i did a speedrun of Zyuoh eps im fond of, does that count? Best Movie of 2018 ultraman geed movie... its so. Best Male Lead Character mmmmmmm.... shouichi agito... hes so. Best Female Lead Character tsukasa patren 3 Best Male Supporting Character leito from geed Best Female Supporting Character rui takada from ultraman x actually all the girls from ultraman x were fantastic luv them Best Villain embarrassing genius dipshit ultraman agul Best Returning Past Character when i saw that hurricane red had reappeared for ninnin i shrieked. i only started it a few days ago so it counts. Best Actor aoyagi i guess? listen i gurarantee u orb wouldnt have been as big a success if he hadnt put everything he had into playing weird mess jugglus juggler Best Actress arisa sonohara, mostly because im so.. charmed.... by her smile... Toku Crush of 2018 i dont get crushes but i want to see dougai ryuga cry, in the nicest way you can take that??? Best Writer junki takegami Best Director kamihoriuchi but also shoutout to taguchi for rb Best Suit Design ultrawoman grigio, even if she dosent actually debut til next year. actually her bros are good too Best Weapon/Vehicle/Mecha im genuinely fond of shinobimaru shut up i like suits where the actor can actually. yknow. move Best Fight Scene the fight in the first ep of ultraman rb. its so. i love it. Best Dramatic Scene this was a while back but sento visiting blue guys grave always gets me. OH SHOUICHI PUNCHING OUT GOD WAS GOOD TOO Best Comedic Scene ENGINE SENTAI GO-ON 10YL WHERE THEY LET YOU THINK THAT HIROTO DIED A TERRORIST BUT EHN [SPOILERS] Biggest “WTF did I just watch?” Moment zio .5s Best Song mmm... fusion rise? or ultraman ginga no uta Best Piece of Merchandise ever character plush. i.... want them... oh and the ultra luminous line is rlly good to... cheap but still decent quality figs... Biggest Surprise of 2018 ryusoulger not being about dragons :(

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Drama Review: Mask

Show: Mask

Starring: Soo Ae, Ju Ji-hoon, Yeon Jung-hoon, Yoo In-young

Genre: Mystery, Melodrama, Romance

Language: Korean

Availability: Viki

Episodes: 20

Synopsis: Byeon Ji-sook is a sales clerk at a department store where she suddenly meets her doppelgänger, Seo Eun Ha. While Ji-sook is stuck in crippling debt along with her family, Eun Ha is the daughter of a congressman and the fiancée of chaebol heir Choi Min Woo. Min Woo and Eun Ha are engaged to be arrange married and neither of them holds any affection for the other. Min Woo is a patient seeking treatment for his mental illness, but hopes to be named successor of his father’s company. After an unpleasant argument between the two, Eun Ha suddenly hangs between life and, to save her family, Ji-sook decides to put on a dangerous mask.

Review: This drama was really one of a kind. I’ve never watched such an intense drama with such amazing actors. They each conveyed their role in such a unique way that I found it difficult not to feel hatred for the villainous characters and affection for the protagonists. This is an incredibly intense drama that takes a lot of energy to binge-watch. It may be triggering to those with severe depression or anxiety, so please be wary before you watch this! Though it is classified as a “Romance” on Viki, I would really rate it more as a Mystery. There are things that you don’t find out (but probably suspect) until the last few episodes. With all the twists and turns in this drama, it gave me a new appreciation for KMystery Dramas.

Rate: 7.5/10

***SPOILERS AHEAD***

It took me a few episodes to wrap my head around what tf was going on.

Eun Ha is found drowning in a pool with Choi Min Woo waking up from unconsciousness. Nobody else is found around the pool and the immediate suspicion is that Min Woo, after an argument with his fiancée, pushed her into the pool and let her drown. The CCTV camera shows no evidence of this...because everything from after the argument to Eun Ha’s rescue has been erased. The biggest mystery then is who killed Eun Ha?

It’s a classic doppelgänger-switch movie, but what makes this interesting are the reasons behind the switch, and the main lead’s backstory. Min Woo is an illegitimate heir and he blames himself for his mother’s accidental death, but it’s interesting to see this unfold over the course of the series. There’s not too much backstory to Ji-sook or Mi-Yeon (the female characters), but Seok-Hoon seems to have some. His backstory isn’t revealed until the very last episodes, though we get glimpses of it near the beginning of the show.

I thought this was kind of a waste, because it would have been nice to know why he was going about murdering people and exploiting them- it would have given his character some dimension earlier on in the show.

The only real people I believe had any character development were the main leads (maybe). Ji-sook definitely showed incredible and beautiful character development as she goes from being a wimpy doormat to a confident, self-loving woman. I hated the way she dealt with the problems that came her way, but I liked her attitude near the end. She held no fear and did what was right knowing that it would put her in danger too.

Min Woo’s character development is kind of unusual and possibly inaccurate. He’s the typical “cold and arrogant” male lead and he meets Eun Ha (Ji-sook) and turns warm-hearted and kind. He suspects something’s not right and is intrigued by his new wife because she is not the arrogant and aggressive woman he first met. What’s unusual is his sudden decline in obsessive-compulsive behavior. Even if one is not diagnosed with OCD, it is difficult to completely get rid of that behavior. The sudden change without therapy, medication, or any obvious help from a professional doesn’t seem realistic or representative of those that experience OCD-like behaviors. But I suppose it was nice to see some representation of mental illness in this show (there is so much stuff going on here regarding mental illness!)

Mi-Yeon is an evil b**** through and through. She only has eyes for her husband and will do anything and everything to save her marriage, including sacrifice her brother and sister-in-law. You can see some possible character development near the end, but really I think she’s incredibly wishy-washy and I definitely disliked her (strongly). The actress who played this role was amazing, because I definitely felt all the negative emotions I was meant to feel. A lot of the times I skipped parts where she came on because I couldn’t stand her (and her absurd loyalty to her husband). She definitely needed therapy imo, and not from Min Woo’s original therapist either (you’ll get it when you watch the show). There were parts near the end where I sympathized with her, but I never really liked her.

Same with Seok-Hoon. There is some incredibly sudden “character development” in the last episode and I found it stupid. It came out of nowhere and I think the producers could have done better without it. Doesn’t seem to make sense and it just...leaves me feeling nothing for him? Like I think the last scene was supposed to make me feel sympathy and “oh he’s a nice guy after all”, but I didn’t feel that and just saw it as the writers not making a commitment with the character. I think it would have been nicer to see some signs of it in previous episodes or perhaps see some of this “development” in the beginning or something. This just came out of nowhere though and I was not a fan.

Overall this drama was really interesting and though the plot was kinda predictable, I thought it was cute. The male lead’s acting could have been better, the chemistry between the characters could have been more interesting, it could have been shorter, and the pacing could have been better. But I enjoyed the show. I would definitely recommend it to someone who needs a serious melodrama/mystery show to watch!

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Chapter Three of My Dark Angel Story “Saving the Siblings”

Summary: What if around the time of C.R.E.A.M–before Max and Logan were that close–they agreed to have a more sibling-esque relationship, since that was what Max was used to? How would the story have played out differently from there? But Lomax will still be endgame, I swear.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21821767/chapters/52075546

Chapter Three

Despite Max’s promise to herself, that she was going to try to keep Logan out of her affairs here—to try and have their relationship platonic—she found she had nowhere else to go, with some of the questions Vada had brought to light.

So, when morning came, Max found herself powering up her Ninja and driving over to Fogle Towers before Logan and Bling were even fully awake, probably.

When Max broke into the apartment—…she really probably should have done something about doing this all the time, but this was her and Logan’s tradition at this point, and who was she to break tradition?—she noticed that Logan and Bling were doing sets.

Logan was trying with all his might to push his legs up into Bling’s hands, and was working up quite the sweat, but it was still to no avail.

And if Max had ever hated herself before, it was nothing like how she felt now. But she made sure not to show it, of course.

“Logan, that’s enough,” Bling was telling Logan, as Bling tried to push his torso away from him and get him to stop for the day.

But Logan kept a grip on Bling’s shirt and kept himself near him, working. “No, Bling. Five more. I swear I can do it.”

“Logan, no. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it twice, slow and steady wins the race.”

“Bling-” Logan said sharply now; and there was the pissy quality to his voice, that Max knew so well. She almost smiled.

And deciding to save Bling, when she herself often wasn’t saved when it came from this attitude from Logan, Max decided to finally let it be known that she was there.

“Knock-knock,” she said with a smirk on her face, while she knocked on the wall behind Logan’s computer, that he nailed all his important documents onto.

Max honestly had no idea why she could be this happy in seeing these two, when just a night ago, she’d realized Vada had been a plant, Manticore had Jondy, and Zack had left her,

Max didn’t know, but that was why she had to be careful with Logan, didn’t she? It didn’t pay to get too close to anyone. Max knew that all too well from how she got burnt with Darren. She tried to lie to herself now, that it was mostly Bling she was thrilled to see, but she knew that that wasn’t true.

“Max!” Logan exclaimed, like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Max!” Bling said excitedly. “Good to see you! Are you here to see Logan? Do you want me to clear out?”

Originally, Max had been thinking that. But since Bling knew everything about her that Logan did, and was pretty sharp, she figured that she could use his advice, as well.

Plus, if he was here, hopefully it would keep her and Logan from making goo-goo eyes at each other, like she didn’t want them to.

“I’m glad to see you’re alright, Max,” Logan spoke softly to Max now, with something in his eyes, as he seemed to wake up enough now, to better remember their conversations from yesterday.

And Max knew now, that in some other life… she easily would have let herself fall for Logan Cale. But she had long ago stopped letting herself be soft. And that was some of the issue here.

“I found Vada,” Max told the two men now, sitting on the couch in Logan’s living room. And she didn’t want to look at either of them, and have them see her face, when she had to tell them that she’d fallen into a trap. But since Max was a strong little soldier girl, she showed no weakness and looked them both in the eye as she explained her failings. “And she was a mole, essentially. She was going to have Lydecker and his men close ranks on us and take Zack and I both to Manticore.

“I convinced her not to do this, for the daughter she has on the outside. But… Vada told me that Lydecker recently got Jondy. And Logan, Bling, I want to go in and get her, before they brainwash her. Before it’s too late.”

And maybe… maybe it would be okay if she and Logan never became anything, Max thought. Because the way that he and Bling were sharing a look, she wanted to believe that maybe they could find something—if it came down to it—and Logan could be happy that way.

“That’s rough, Max,” Bling spoke up, after only a minute… which was a god sent, really, because Max thought that she was drowning in her feelings here. “And I may be a physical therapist… but I also know the importance of emotional therapy. And I understand from your upbringing why you were taught to keep things in. But if you need anything, know that Logan and I are here for you. Okay?”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks, Bling.” And Max acted like she was going to hug Bling… but she really didn’t mean this. She also didn’t feel any of the things that she said there. She was too fucked up to. But she knew that Bling would call her out on it, if she didn’t at least act like she was giving it all some thought. So, she had acted.

Thankfully, Logan cut off Max’s humiliation by clearing his throat. And she held herself back mid-motion.

“Max… if you really want to try a jailbreak, I can try to get some Eyes Only informants down for it. We’re few and far between, but I know they would hate the idea of Manticore, if I blow them out of the water. And it would be better than you, Zack, and Vada, maybe, trying to go it alone.”

And here, Max had to smile… and lean in and kiss Logan on the cheek, despite how much she’d been holding herself back before.

And Max thought she might have seen a certain look on Bling’s face then, but fortunately, he didn’t say anything.

“Max, what-” Logan started, the moment she’d pulled away from him.

But Max was already interrupting him. “I appreciate the thought, Logan. And you and yours helping me would for sure be better than just the three of us doing things, they could probably help even against the genetically engineered killing machines, for a time... but I still think we’d still all die. And Lydecker taught me to think of better odds than that. So, I’m not acting until I do”

And finally knowing the truth of how she felt, that Logan had unearthed from her, Max blurred away, and hated herself every moment that she was running.

…

Thankfully, Max had gotten up in enough time, where she didn’t have to go to work yet, and could swing by her crib for some poor coffee imitation with Kendra and Vada—and check in and make sure Vada hadn’t bounced, or killed Kendra, or called Lydecker on her ass—before she had to sell her soul to Normal for most of the day.

And when Max spilled back in, the last thing she expected to see was Kendra and her sister making out in the kitchen, but that was exactly what her eyes were met with.

For a second, she thought about trying to sneak back outside to try and give the girls their privacy—because they clearly needed it, as they crashed into every nearby item on the counter trying to get to Kendra’s room; where, oh where, had Vada’s feline grace gone?—but in thinking that this may have been a ploy on Vada’s part to try and get information out of Kendra about Max, Max decided she had to break up the little love fest.

First her and Logan’s, and now Kendra’s and Vada’s. Wherever Cupid was right now, Max had no doubt he must have hated her ass.

“Kendra?” asked, going back out the door and coming back in, to give the impression that she was just now seeing all of this. “Oh. Sorry, guys! My bad. Here I was, coming to see if maybe you’d prefer if I got Vada to stay at OC’s, Kendra, but clearly that isn’t the case!” And as she said the last, Max very sweetly and awkwardly got into a thing of cherry icing that was on their little table (one of the only commodities she’d been able to find during the Pulse), and it was delicious. Though Max sort of hated having to get into it now, to try and sell this all, but she would take it.

And damn, if she wasn’t a good actress. She clearly had Kendra eating out of the palm of her hand, as she now pulled away from Vada, blushing.

Vada, however, didn’t seem as convinced. And she looked at Max with a raised eyebrow. Max couldn’t really blame her for it, she supposed. They had been taught the same things, when it came to “besting the enemy.”

Later, Max would actually have to ask Vada if it was possible for the female X series to be bi or lesbian. She’d thought not, since their damn hormones made them want to mate with a male—especially when they were in heat—but maybe it was a thing. And perhaps Vada had found the way. That would certainly be nice to tell Max’s sisters, if she ever got to see more of them again…

“Max… I’m sorry that you had to walk in on that!” Kendra exploded now, speaking a mile a minute, with her hands flying every which way. “But damn if your sister here isn’t swoon worthy. I was just telling her about some bastard said I’m too fat to be wearing crop tops. And then Vada wisely pointed out how wrong that is—one, because I’m beautiful—and secondly, because guys are always shirtless, when they don’t even have the best bodies. And then she started telling me how the standard of beauty people have to live up to is too high, anyway, which is all too true. And then she started reading me poetry, to ease my wounded heart… and here we are.”

Max laughed at that, easily being able to understand how Kendra might fall for Vada in that situation, then. She’d always thought that Kendra was straighter than a ruler. But, hey. If she’d been wrong about that, then clearly, she was the one at fault.

The only thing worrying Max here, was that she feared that Vada was being less than sincere. She wanted to believe her sister had told her the truth of it all last night… but Max wouldn’t be alive today if she trusted anyone.

“I think that’s a lovely story,” Max rued, making sure to nod at each one of her girls now.

Though she wondered if Vada noticed that she’d used the word “story”, as if that it could have been a fabrication. Knowing her, probably. They wouldn’t have been the top of the X5 class, if she didn’t. And her violet eyes definitely seemed far-away, in thought.

“I can definitely get why you two would fall for each other. I wish you guys the best. And if you both want this to be your love nest for a while, I can clear out, actually. I’m sure OC wouldn’t mind me rooming with her for a little bit.”

“Can you, Max?” Kendra piped up then, grinning. And the lovely blonde looked so in love, that it was hard to say no to her. This kind of person deserved the world, and could actually have it, and Max wished that fate would actually be kind to her, unlike it was to Max. “I don’t want to be a bad roomie here… but you know what? I’m starting to think that OC had the right of it. Maybe the problem for me was men all along. And this would be the key time for me to find that out.”

Max patted Kendra on the shoulder once, before getting into her cherry icing once more—God, she loved cherry flavored things—and she had to resist the urge to purr like the cat that had gotten the cream. “If you want time to figure out your sexuality, Ken. I can more than oblige by leaving… But I also know my sister can be a little intense,” Max whispered the last into Kendra’s ear now, being careful not to look Vada’s way, so she might now hear her. But she was sure that Vada heard all of this, anyway, with their super hearing. “If she does anything to break your heart, let me know and I’ll kick her ass for you.”

“Will do, Max! You’re the best!” Kendra sang. And Max was just about to make it out of her apartment door then (the icing in hand), when Kendra stopped her with, “Oh! And be sure to tell Logan that, since I’m on vacation, I’ll let him tutor my Japanese class a few times, like he wanted to!”

“…I’ll do that, Ken!” Max promised her. Even though that was the last thing Max wanted to do, because she was trying to stay away from all things Logan right now.

And Max was nearly out the door again, when Vada gently grabbed her arm. “So, have you decided what we’re doing about Jondy?”

And all of the wind left Max’s sails like a snap of fingers. And if she’d been a lesser woman, she would have been crying right now. Because she hated the idea that she was leaving her little sister to Psy-Ops and Lydecker right now.

“We have to get more soldiers, then we’ll come up with a battle plan,” Max assured Vada.

“…Do you think waiting is wise, Max?” Vada challenged, moving a long piece of hair behind her ear as she did, and looking so lovely while doing so.

…Manticore didn’t let you have long hair, of course, at least not while training. Eventually, when they sent you out into the world, they would, if you wanted it. And even though Vada had nearly been overcome, she had still kept her desire for long hair and that part of herself.

Since Jondy had always favored short hair… could that be a sign that she would be more easily overcome? Or was this just a stupid thought that Max was having right now, that had nothing to do with anything?

“You know that Lydecker almost had me. So, if we wait too long with Jondy, do you think her mind-”

“We’ll do as I say, Vada, because I have rank over you, and that’s that!”

What Max didn’t say, of course, was that really, she was a stinking coward and trying to protect her own freedom.

She left for work without another word.

…

“You’re never gonna believe this, Boo,” Original Cindy told Max the moment she strolled into work, jumping to Max’s side, and linking their arms together. “Normal is thinkin’ about sellin’ the place to some Mr. Sivapathasundaram, or somethin’.”

Max choked on her saliva, as she nearly died laughing at that. And Cindy had to hold her up by her arm, as she began falling over, laughing hysterically.

Normal was not pleased by that, of course, as he’d seen the whole thing and was yelling at Max the moment she showed what a “delinquent she was.”

“I’ll have you know that that’s exactly why I’m selling this popsicle stand!” he told her, looking her dead in the eye. “You kids need a reality check! Mr. Sivapathasundaram is going to make Jam Pony run the way it should! He’ll make it a proper place of business! And then you’ll all see how lucky you are to work here, or how lucky you were to have me!” Normal barked.

“When Hell freezes over!” Sketchy coughed into his arm. And Max was about to say “bless you!” to him, but since she was clearly on thin ice with Normal, she figured she’d better not. Then again… maybe she still would. She was having that kind of day, where she thought she needed to do that kind of thing to make herself feel better.

And if the Blue Lady, God, Fate, or whatever had decided to hate her, then they could decide to hate someone else today, too, like Normal. She would happily rain on his parade.

“And, as always, you’re rolling into work late, I see! What’s the excuse this time, missy? Actually, you know what? I don’t want to know. Just get to work! Bip-bip-bip! These packages aren’t going to deliver themselves!”

Max rolled her eyes, and resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at Normal while he walked back to his desk. But she knew she really would be out of a job if she did that.

Max walked to her locker with Original Cindy, to put her lunch away, and also so she, Sketchy, and Herbal (who had just joined them. And it looked like Sky might have been coming out of the woodwork, too) could carry on their conversation about Mr. Sivapathasundaram in peace.

“So, what? Is this guy your typical Republican, Capitalist, nose to the grindstone kind of male?” Max asked, already having nightmares of Jam Pony turning out to be even more like Manticore, and not knowing what she would do if that turned out to be the case.

“Seems abou’ true, mah sista,” Herbal piped up, putting a comforting hand on Max’s shoulder, and she put a hand atop his, too, knowing that he needed to feel better right now, as well. “We must look to the Almighty in er houa a need. This wasa place wher’ anyone could geta job. What’ll we do if thay take that away?”

“We’re not gonna let them, Herbal, that’s what!” Sketchy chimed in now, coming in to put an arm around Herbal’s shoulders… which Max appreciated, because it seemed like the man really needed that. But what she didn’t appreciate, was that the idiot had brought his bike in with him, and was now nearly crushing her and Cindy’s legs as he moved closer to Herbal.

“Sketchy, watch it!” Max bellowed.

“Yeah, seriously fool,” Original Cindy agreed, pulling Max closer to her—where there was less of the bike—for her safety; bless the girl, Max thought. “I know you don’ have all the beauty that home girl and I got. But that don’t mean you gotta take us out ‘cause youse jealous.”

Finally waking up to the mess he was making, as if he was coming out of a fog, Sketchy got his bicycle out of the way with a quick, “Oh! Sorry, guys!”

“Thank you!” Max praised him then, slapping him on the back one good time.

And then Sky continued the conversation the men had been having. “But you guys are right. We gotta find a way to keep him out. We can’t have him ruining slackers here’s dreams everywhere!”

“Although… now that I think about it- I have a thought. If he is your typical Republican, Capitalist, nose to the grindstone male… I wonder if he might help me with something…” Max whispered, an insane thought coming into her head now. “Sketchy, do you have his phone number? I assume you guys were going to try and come up with some crazy prank to keep him away, or whatever?”

“Yeah, chica,” Sketchy acknowledged, handing Max the paper he’d clearly snatched while Normal wasn’t looking. Quite possibly when he’d been chewing out Max before. “Why? You got a better plan?”

“…I maybe do. But you’ll never hear it.”

“What’s that mean?” Sketchy asked, clearly baffled.

But Max had already ran away (at normal speed) to make a phone call on a burner cell. She’d picked it up when dreaming that if her siblings came back into her life, they would, of course, want her to contact them with a number that couldn’t be traced. She hadn’t thought that when she finally found some of them again, it would be like this… but she was glad now that she did have the phone.

The phone rang six times, and Max was starting to get impatient, when someone finally picked up on the other end. “Hello. This is Mr. Sivapathasundaram. Who is this?”

“…Someone who won’t tell you their name yet. Maybe not even ever. But if you really want to get on the ground floor of something… how about working with Eyes Only, and helping him taking down some serious baddies doing human experimentation?”

[hiphopscriptures]

Fresh Artist Fridays: Brave Williams

Don't Tell Me No, is an unapologetic assertion of vulnerability. It gives you permission to not let your ego make decisions for your heart and a reason to say yes to love. "To me, my song Don't Tell Me No, has a timeless sound. It's Classic. I really wanted to channel that feeling in the video; so I decided to pay homage to an era that represents that to me, the jazz era," mentions Brave. "I wanted something simple, elegant, clean and classic. A beautiful black piano, a talented pianist (Johnnie "Smurf" Smith), and an old school mic," she adds.

The song was written by Brave Williams, Brittany Barber (John Legend, Ty Dolla), and Kristal Tytewriter Oliver (Diddy, Chrisette Michele) and produced by Ivan “Orthodox” Barias (Mary J Blige, Phony PPL, Chris Brown) and the classic visuals were directed by Zack David. "Don't Tell Me No" music video was globally premiered on Bossip.com and is available on all streaming and download platforms now.

Brave Williams Bio:

Call it her parents’ prophetically-ordained choice of first names for a baby girl or divinely inspired coincidence - as per textbook definitions which encompass everything from “a bit daring” and “ready to face and endure” to “without showing fear” – singer/songwriter/SAG-AFTRA actress BRAVE WILLIAMS has been nothing less than courageous, spirited, determined and dauntless in her whirlwind rise to notability within the worlds of music and entertainment over the course of the past few years. Having quickly and effectively established herself as that simultaneously “sultry and edgy while everyday relatable” songstress whose “Oooh Luv Ya” and “Road Trippin’” 2015 singles set off buzzworthy online presence and fast-growing download support, in definitively brave fashion, BRAVE WILLIAMS more than lives up to the meaning of her name as she precedes her audacious, anticipated self-titled full-length debut set (a Brave New World/SRG ILS/Universal Group release) with the recent release of her oh-so-sultry R&B beat-ballad latest single, “Don’t Tell Me No.”

With her now signature self-assurance paired with a heavy dose of vocal temptress; the lovelorn, “old-school-slow-grind-meets-slinky-paced-modern-R&B” flow of “Don’t Tell Me No” finds the vocalist noted for championing her girls actually addressing the fellas this go ‘round, all while examining relationship “goings-on” and vulnerabilities both genders can easily relate to. “It’s completely relationship-driven,” Brave explains, upon sharing the inspiration for the song, “based on conversations I’ve had with my sisters and best friends. Men always have this idea that they have to be strong and powerful with whatever it is that’s going on. And men are just as scared as women to fall in love. So to me, it was like a declaration to men like ‘I know you’ve been through some things that have your protective wall up, but don’t let that heartache or disappointment become your permanent identity. You can still be open to fall in love, but fear will keep that blessing from happening.’ Because there’s so much noise happening – like politics, the social climate and things on the news – I want people to be reminded that love can slice through all of that…and kill all the noise. I want that to be welcomed, and I want people to be invited to always go back to love despite everything’s that’ going on.” Though attitude-laced, ladies’ anthem-styled singles like 2017’s bouncy, head-boppin’ “U Tried it” and early 2020’s deep-bouncin’ “Options” may have empowered the ladies, she’s ultimately a fair and equal opportunity (musical) communicator. “I am so pro-women, like I am always here for my girls,” she ponders upon the mention of feminism, “but I never want anyone to think or take my interpretation that I’m anti-man, because I’m not anti-man. I love my men, which is why I wrote ‘Don’t Tell Me No,’ because I wanted to speak to my men like ‘I know you’re scared. I know that you can be feeling some type of way about love and relationships. But let’s do this together; don’t tell me no.’”

Largely produced by Ivan Barias (Musiq Soulchild/Mary J. Blige/Chris Brown) while Brave handled songwriting alongside co-writers Brittany Barber (John Legend/Ty Dolla/Love & Hip Hop Hollywood) and Kristal Tytewriter (Diddy/Chrisette Michele), multifaceted Brave’s anxiously-awaited Brave Williams full-length LP aims to make good on the promise and hoopla generated by the release of her Fearless EP (2015) and its breakthrough singles. “Ivan is part of my Philly team whom I’ve known for several years now,” she shares. “He actually produced a lot of my records on Fearless. Once we met through [our mutual manager] Michael we just clicked. So it’s actually Ivan and Tytewriter [I worked with]; she’s a Philly-based songwriter who’s worked with Diddy, Ledisi and Estelle…and she’s also an engineer. So she engineers all my sessions.”

Hence, beyond the independent woman-themed “Options” and the love introspection of “Don’t Tell Me No,” the BRAVE WILLIAMS contemporary hip-hop/R&B music listeners have come to know musically and melodically elaborates and narrates an everyday love journey with a debut set that manages to tell a full-fledged story. “This new album is me being totally transparent about relationships; so I’m taking you through the beginning, the middle and the end of relationships,” says the sassy siren of her Brave Williams debut. “Whatever those emotions are, it’s telling a complete story. So in the beginning, when you’re extremely happy and have that full love feeling, is something I wanted to capture with the uptempo songs. Or going in the middle when you realize ‘Ok wait a second; the person I met six months ago has left the building’ and it’s like “Who is this guy? Let’s not forget that I still need you to treat me like you treated me in the beginning.’ And it takes you all the way to the end, whatever the end might be; if you’re happy, there are happy songs on there. And if it’s a breakup or even some of my own trials and tribulations that’s I’ve experienced in relationships, I’ve definitely penned those songs. It’s kinda like a diary…..a relationship diary [which is a bit scary].”

As it turns out, the seeds for her talent and penchant for storytelling can be traced to her early Baltimore, Maryland-based childhood…more specifically in the back-seat of her Mom and Dad’s red Chevy, on a day she vividly recalls hearing legendary rapper Tupac’s “Keep Ya Head Up.” “I remember it like it was yesterday; I was mesmerized,” Brave recounts. “I know that I had heard hip-hop before that moment, but that was the first time that it really resonated with me and I started writing. I really just started writing poems. I had no idea I could sing because I started out rapping.” Always quick to showcase her rapping and spoken word skills at open mics, she confesses that she stumbled onto the notion that she could sing upon trying to turn one of the raps she’d written into a song. That epiphany spurred a newfound exploration and appreciation of the R&B of her generation (“I love Faith Evans, Jill Scott since her first album and ‘What’s the 411?’ by Mary J, because she was like the perfect marriage of hip-hop and R&B”), as well as more classic R&B from the likes of Stevie Wonder, Bobby Caldwell and one of her idols, 80s singer/songwriter/musician Patrice Rushen.

Armed with her newfound appreciation of soul/R&B and burgeoning songwriting talent while honing her singing chops, characteristically ballsy go-getter Brave ventured and dared to develop her craft partaking in countless local open mics, one of which permanently changed the direction of her life and fast-forming music career. “Someone in the crowd pulled me aside after I got off stage [one night] and said ‘I wanna introduce you to a producer in D.C. who’s looking for an artist,’” she recounts. “From that, I was introduced to [producer] Rich Harrison (Beyonce'/Amerie), I signed a solo deal with Columbia Records and I never let them know that I had just learned how to sing two weeks before.” Thus the spirited determination which defines her very name arose, in which case she admittedly “faked it. I was like ‘Yeah, I could sing’ and once I got in the studio they could tell I was undeveloped. So once ‘the cat was out the bag’ I knew I didn’t want to lose my deal, but I needed to put myself around singers so I could grow. So that’s how I came up with Richgirl.” Signed to Jive Records, though the female quartet (which also included fellow siren Sevyn Streeter) captured the attention of an immediately awestruck urban audience with their mad-tight Harrison-produced “He Ain’t Wit Me Now,” which fans concluded should have been huge and remains a multi-million-viewed VEVO music clip, the group never quite got off the ground.

However, when you’re the living and breathing synonym for the word “brave” – in fact, indomitable – you move one, following your creativity and passion where fate takes you. In the case of BRAVE WILLIAMS, that meant persistently pursuing her dreams, adeptly learning from her experiences and exposure and seizing opportunities presented until that eventual “right place, right time” scenario. “It was because of that experience [with the group] that I got the knowledge to start my own label,” admits Brave, “just to learn the administrative work a major label actually does. To learn the type of work that’s required of an artist…like the long hours and tour life. It gave me tools to really navigate and properly start my own label (Brave New World). That’s what I did after the group disbanded and then that’s when I put out my first song, ‘Ooh Luv Ya.’ Then I hired everyone I needed [like a street team], the PR and ‘this and that’ to get that song on radio. And so when that started playing on radio, that’s what got the attention of R&B Divas (TV-One reality show).” Like a fast-rolling, momentum-building snowball, Brave commenced to not only recording her Fearless EP with subsequent singles and landed noted acting roles in VH-1’s CrazySexyCool: The TLC Story biopic, BET’s Angrily Ever After, her first leading role in Netflix’s Love Dot Com and BET’s The Christmas Lottery (alongside Greenleaf’s Asia Epperson and Family Matters’ Reginald Vel Johnson), but embarked on her passion for philanthropy though hands-on work and involvement with Associated Black Charities, the Baltimore area’s St. Francis Mentorship Program and City Women’s Shelter, acting as Ambassador/lead lrainer for the Steve & Marjorie Harvey Girls Who Rule The World girls’ mentorship program (for 200 young girls from around the world); and advocating health, fitness training and wellness through her very own Brave Williams Fitness Club. The club’s specialization in weight loss, diet nutrition, personal training, tailored fitness plans and increasing muscle mass is a personal passion she takes quite seriously and a source of great pride given its results in her local community. “In the last two years I’ve transformed 3,200 bodies,” proudly shares ISSA-licensed (International Sports and Science) certified trainer, Brave, “from women who were morbidly obese and those who’ve suffered from diabetes, to heart palpitations and other illnesses. It’s always my goal to get them off the various medications and another thing that I’m really passionate about.”

In the meantime, music listeners can also rest assured that same exact level of creative passion was invested into every song that comprises her curiously-awaited Brave Williams debut collection. “I wanted to be transparent in my moment and that was the moment of writing this album and reflecting on everything. I want people to relate to it. I want to be able to inspire the people who hear the songs. And if they’re in that type of relationship at that time, they can use some of my records as navigation on how to handle what they’re feeling. My whole purpose is to inspire.” Sounds to me like the musical mission taken on by beautiful and multi-talented BRAVE WILLIAMS was much more than accomplished.

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[sophiehunteroctopussyblog]

By Alice Evans  13 OCTOBER 2017 • 9:30PM "How’s your Harvey-meter?” asked a female producer, her eyes flicking up and down the regulation 8x10 headshot with my acting credits stapled onto the back. “I’ve no idea.” I lied, trying to sound unconcerned although my palms had begun to sweat and familiar feelings of dread had invaded my stomach. “Because Harvey would like to sign off personally on the lead roles for this,” she continued. So obviously, if you’re on good terms… well, you know.” She smiles. “Yep”, I say, with the insider’s ‘I know what you mean’ laugh. Which is insane, because what she and I both know is that the subject at the core of this delicate dance we’re doing is whether or not Harvey Weinstein has ever come onto me. It’s 2003. I’ve been a working actress for six years, and have a decent slew of credits. Lead roles. I’m not a household name, but neither am I a complete interloper, although that’s exactly what I feel like, sitting on this plastic chair in a Soho office crammed full of headshots just like mine covering the walls, the desk, the floor. I feel like none of the roles I’ve worked so hard to get make any difference in this case, because there’s no chance whatsoever I will get this job. And I am right. Because I’ve already failed The Harvey Test. Rewind a year. Cannes film festival 2002. I’ve been flown in by the production company of a French language film I’d been in the year before that was looking for foreign investors. Once the meetings have been completed, we all go our separate ways and make a plan to reunite that evening at a beach party at the Carlton Hotel, where we were staying. I am standing at the bar on my own when out of nowhere a hand extends with a cocktail in it and a voice says: “Here.”  I look up. I have no trouble recognising him and half wonder whether Harvey must have made a mistake but no: he’s handing it to me. “Thank you” I manage. And then, taking a large slug: “I’m Alice.” “I know exactly who you are,” he says, and I feel a surge of silly pride. “Oh. I know who you are too”. “Good start,” he goes on, and I laugh nervously into my drink. Harvey stares at me. Then begins to look over my shoulder. And I panic a little. This is my moment to impress Harvey Weinstein. If I’m boring he’ll walk away and I may never get a second chance. Oddly, despite having heard endless stories about massages and hand-jobs in hotel rooms, it doesn’t even cross my mind - not for a second - that he might try the same on me. Why would he? I’m not that type of girl. (In retrospect this may seem disingenuous, but does anyone really feel like they’re ‘that sort of girl’?). I’m nervous though. I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind: “My boyfriend screen-tested for you in New York yesterday.” “I know” says Weinstein without blinking. “He did an incredible job. He’s a talented guy”. Wow. I’m flattered by proxy. I can’t wait to tell Ioan (Gruffudd, my now husband) the good news. I’m so excited I take off on some boring tangent about auditions and films and suddenly, out of nowhere, he’s asking me to go into the hotel bathroom with him. I laugh, make a joke. Keep rambling. But he continues. “Just go. I’m right behind you. I want to touch your tits. Kiss you a little.” He moves right up close to me and looks me up and down. I can feel his breath. And it’s not your average tipsy come-on. It’s sinister. The sort of thing that makes you want to run away fast. Now this wouldn’t be hard. We’re in a very public place. He knows I could make a scene. But as I extricate myself (by moving backwards and murmuring various excuses) Harvey utters a phrase that has stayed with me forever. “Let’s hope it all works out for your boyfriend,” he says. The next morning Ioan calls me. He has a film being promoted at Cannes, too and we have lunch planned. He sounds so buoyed by the good news about the audition that I stop short of telling him about the bathroom proposal. I feel quite conflicted. Clearly, I should never have to walk into a public bathroom and let a stranger touch my breasts, but something about the whole encounter makes me feel like I’ve let him down. Like I could have handled it better. Harvey didn’t actually do anything wrong. He propositioned me, overtly, repeatedly, then he turned nasty when I said no, but that’s not illegal. And yet I can’t help feeling I’m the one who has behaved badly here – and that somehow I will be made to pay. My worst fears are confirmed when I spot Harvey at a party that night and make my way over to say hello. I’m not sure what to expect, but I’m hoping to hear some friendly banter so I can stop worrying. I tap Harvey’s shoulder. He spins around and for a second I see his face cloud, then turn steely. “Do I know you?” he asks calmly. Then he walks away and I’m left standing there, stunned. The next day Ioan still hasn’t heard anything about the audition. In Hollywood, no news is rarely good news. We sit despondently eating lunch with a former member of his management team and they go over and over the audition scenario, and the phone refuses to ring. My panic rises. Finally Ioan gets up and goes to the bathroom. Watching him go, the guy leans in and asks: “So what really happened with Harvey?” And I tell him - by this point desperate for some sympathy. “I was worried you might say that,” he nods. “They called this morning. It’s not going Ioan’s way. I’m not going to tell him just yet - he’s got interviews to do this afternoon and I don’t want to upset him.” I was never again considered for a Weinstein film, and neither was Ioan. I’ll never know if my refusal to be sexually available for Mr Weinstein at the moment he fancied his little fix had me blacklisted, or whether I’m inflating my own importance in a much bigger picture. But I do know this: this total lack of concern for me as a woman – and more importantly a human being – shocked me to the core and affected me for years. But it’s not just me we’re talking about today. And actually, it isn’t just Harvey Weinstein. As long as there are sociopaths in positions of control in Hollywood (and sadly these people, both male and female, exist in every industry) who are known to use their positions of power to torture desperate, hopeful people but never publicly denounced, then Harvey’s fall from grace will mean nothing. There will always be those who would rather play it safe than try to change the status quo, and more than one person tried to stop me from writing this piece, concerned about “what it might do” to both my and Ioan’s career. But I’m heartened by the many who have spoken out in recent days not just against Harvey, but a culture of sexual bullying within the industry that’s neither a “game” nor part of some quaint movie tradition but unacceptable on a very basic human level. And I really hope that the “You can count on me - I won’t tell” days are over. None of us should be counted on to cover up the immoralities of those above us – and all of us should now tell.   

[jamest-kirk]

Okay but what if Jim and Bones were actors and shooting a movie together and their characters have to kiss and when they kissed on screen they realise they're actually in love off screen too?

Most of his acting career, Jim Kirk has played the boyfriend to a female protagonist in Hollywood RomComs. It’s fine; most actresses are likable and kissing is great anyway. Though eventually, Jim just wants to be more than the boyfriend. He wants to explore his own characters, and when he gets cast as the main character of an upcoming sci-fi drama, he’s all for it. He’s going to play one of the survivors in an underground bunker while a nuclear war destroyed most of the planet. It’s extremely interesting to think about, and during a table read session, he’s given the freedom for feedback and input. One thing that really intrigues him is the fact that he’s supposed to kiss a guy. That’s  a real difference from usual, too. 

He meets Leonard on the first day of shooting. Jim’s sipping coffee quietly. They’re filming in an actual bunker, and it’s extremely creepy. They’re not technically supposed to wander off alone, but Jim already knows he’s going to be exploring that anyway. Leonard is sitting by himself in his chair, huddled in a warm jacket and reading through his script while the stylist fixes his hair so it looks extra messy. The skin around his eye is darkened, and a few ugly bruises and cuts are skillfully drawn on visible skin. He’s supposed to be a survivor from the outside who joins the group later, and his very presence is supposed to create tension and raise questions among the others. “I liked you in Blues,” Jim says, sitting down next to Leonard. “Thanks,” Leonard replies, shrugging it off rather casually. “I saw– what was that called again? The wedding one?” “Black Wedding, yeah,” Jim laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, “not great.” “Hey, not even your decent acting could save that film from being a disaster,” Leonard replies, and Jim huffs out a laugh. “Thanks.”

The first few scenes take forever. Everyone needs to get in character properly, the set directors make a few final changes. Jim runs through his lines a few more times, drinks more coffee, and rehearses with Spock and Uhura. Then finally, they get rolling. They start with the scene where Leonard shows up at the bunker, and Jim argues to let him in rather than let him stay out to die. Leonard is a terrific actor. Genuinely scary when he needs to be, and though Jim knows from the script that Leonard’s character is blatantly manipulating Jim, he plays it so convincing that Jim actually feels it tug his own heartstrings when the other characters try to get Leonard kicked out again– to no avail.

But for all Leonard plays this quiet, confident, yet reserved character, Leonard himself is quite the opposite. Sure, he’s often grumpy because of their irregular sleeping schedules, but so is Jim. In their free time, Leonard is on snapchat and Instagram pretty much all the time, recording small videos mostly for his daughter, but also for his fanbase. Jim starts showing up in those videos too. They often hang out in each other’s trailers, either both falling asleep on the couch, or watching TV together. While the others are filming their scenes, Leonard naps in the bedrooms of the bunker. Jim often falls asleep right next to him.

There’s a scene where Jim watches Leonard walk out of the shower. And honestly, none of his impressed expression is in any way acted. Leonard may not be Ryan Gosling ripped, but he’s pretty close - and much better to look at. “What is it like out there?” Jim asks, fully in character, but a little distracted by how Leonard’s body tenses after Jim asks him that question. “Dead,” he replies shortly. “Everything?” Jim continues. “Enough of it is,” Leonard says. Jim watches Leonard’s tense shoulders as the other has his back turned to him, putting on a t-shirt before turning around to face him. Jim gets up from bed on cue, approaching Leonard and resting a hand on his shoulder. Leonard shrugs that hand off, also on cue, and the eyes trained on Jim are so intense that Jim remains speechless for a few seconds. “Stay,” Leonard mutters under his breath, and Jim frowns. “Huh?” “That’s your line.” “Oh,” Jim grins, even wider when Leonard breaks character, too, and shoots the camera a laugh. It looks too cute, and Jim has trouble focusing after.

Then comes the one scene Jim is surprisingly nervous about. He’s never really been nervous about filming a kiss before, but something feels different. Leonard spends almost the whole night with him, coincidentally. They were going to run lines, but they end up mostly talking about everything and nothing. They Snapchat with Joanna for a while. Leonard puts Irish liquor into their coffee, and suddenly they find the energy to stay awake all night. So they’re very tired on set. Leonard naps on the floor just outside frame,  and after Jim wraps up his individual scene, he naps right next to Leonard for a while. When they’re both up, the scene is a little sluggish at first. Leonard’s just woken up, he’s not playing angry enough, and Jim can’t really remember his lines. They’re supposed to have a big argument, Jim’s questioning Leonard’s real reasons for entering the bunker with only a few scratches, and in the heat of that argument they’re supposed to just make out. It takes a while to really get that argument going, continuously pacing down the room. Jim’s following Leonard - who clearly doesn’t want to talk, and when he grabs his arm, Leonard spins around to kiss him. Leonard’s lips against his own is surprisingly soft, but it still knocks the breath out of him. Jim reaches out, cupping Leonard’s cheeks and kissing him back. He almost forgets to pull away when he hears a distant “cut!” from the director. “Again,” the director concludes, “a little less soft. You’re arguing, this isn’t a happy ending kiss.”

And so they kiss again. And again. And again. Different positions, too. Leonard pushes him against a wall before kissing him. Jim pulls on to Leonard’s shirt to keep him closer. They stumble around and kiss until Jim nearly trips over a desk. And finally, they have the right scene. By that time, he’s so used to kissing Leonard, it feels weird to stop. 

Leonard meets him in his trailer to go through more lines, and he’s sitting closer to him than usual. “We’re gonna be almost done,” Jim says, “what are you gonna do after shooting’s over?” “I’m taking a holiday with Joanna,” Leonard says, “we’re going to Hawaii. I’m supposed to shoot there soon, too.” “That’s awesome, Hawaii?” “Yeah, a family drama set there.” “I’m still in LA,” Jim says, “CIA agent saving his girlfriend.” “Ah, at least you’re not playing just the handsome boyfriend this time,” Leonard says, and Jim huffs. “You been watching my movies?” “Yeah,” Leonard replies casually, “I wanted to see the movies you’ve played in. Looked real handsome in 10 First Dates.” Jim smiles at that, then turns his attention to the script. Leonard, instead, reaches out for Jim’s arm to grab his attention. “Want to rehearse the kissing scene again?” “We don’t have another kissing scene,” Jim points out, a little confused, and he looks through the script quickly. Leonard nudges even closer. “I know,” he says, and Jim’s attention is instantly back to Leonard instead. “I was thinking,” Leonard continues slowly, “if you have some time left, I was just wondering if you wanted to join me to Hawaii for a week.” “With Joanna?” Jim asks. “Yeah,” Leonard says, frowning a little, like the whole thing makes him a little insecure. It’s odd, because Leonard plays a confident - though somewhat broody character. Jim smiles, leaning in to press a kiss on Leonard’s lips. Softer this time, like the first time on the set. Leonard smiles, too, when Jim pulls back. It’s just that confirmation that Leonard has been feeling the same, and that makes all those late nights rehearsing and talking together absolutely worth it. “Okay,” Jim says, “yeah, I’ll absolutely join you.”

[misterbitches]

Im not intelligent at all. In the conventional sense. The ramblings of a girl who just has sooo much going in in her head it's constant. But im not a genius. Or that confusing.

It just sounds like I am bc fandoms have this issue where they can JUSTSO point out the issues in soletiing. They can pick and prod and go oh problematic! But then you go to name the problems and the difficulties within society like for ex: the idea of representation in general. Salivating over it. How fucking sad that is. How we are trained to accept it. So in a BL and also RACE in the bl genre they exploit viewers naivete both domestically and internationally. Ive seen tons of people liken being asian to being a person of color. However, in their predominantly homogenous society (or intentionally publically homogenous society), they are not "poc" (also name the of color; i dont use bipoc idc if u do but it's called being asian guys cos yall aint talkin about black ppl lmao)

They as humans seeing other humans who look like them everywhere, engage with the world differently than an american in asia or asians living outside of their home country (like bae doo nanwhen she worksnin the US is not the same as the bae doo nanworking on a korean program) I dont complain about it in everything i see bc ppl say it ALL THE TIME. but it is NOT the same. Being a person of color is very distinctly an american concept. This is all stuff people will get to know on their own if they choose to dig more.

I do my best to underline what my ugly little eyes process. How i figure things out as a black female american artist too! Im hard on shit cos i should be. I take it seriously. And even if i dont take it seriously bc THEY dont then thats their problem.

I know this is a complaint that I am not alone in. I know it's the internet. I just don't get how people can write really heavy analysis but they refuse to actually probe the underlying issues. Not everyone is me, or like my friends, but if there's way fewer people talking about this stuff it seems absolutely glaring when theres few people engaging in the way i do. It seems like im the glitch but I am thinking just as much just differently.

I really loved where your eyes linger but there was little deep class analysis. I remember few convos a bout it. I know a lot about korea (sigh being a black ex kpop fan lol mess) and i love the history but all ofnit matters! Korea's relation to labor!

People bringing up thai actors snd actresses leaving the industry and doing acting as something quick. As an artist~ who went to film school with insanely wealthy ppl and isnin tons of debt you have to understand how shitty that is. People have monetary access and they just fucking do whatever just because they want to. Meanwhile you have young people being coerced into this bullshit mainstream life to LITERALY just make money bc they dont come from a rich background. The wealth gap in thailand is BAD, theres a dictatorship, they had a fucking coup. The governments like here do not respect their people. Their marginalized groups. Trans thai women, black thai ppl, poor thai ppl. And it LITERALLY CANNOT DO ANYTHING EFFECTIVELY IN CAPITALISM. No nothing can be perfect but if it's going into our eyeballs and we can view the worlld critically then why the fuck not!???

I dont say the things i see are wrong always. I reply when i think i need to. I try and engage with others but not to kuch avail. I just want to rb stuff and tdhink lajfhhdjwhjej.

But like yea theres a lot of just wrong or misguided stuff. A lot of the times it is just historical inaccuracy in framing or idk. A refusal to think outside the box. I dont care. Theres more to life than just sort of looking and not thinking especially for othrr artists.

Idk im sorry. I dont see how i can change how i view things. I really wish people would expand their palettes too and go deeper into other means of art from places! Things not in the mainstream! Theres a lot of good thai artists and a lot of them critical as fuck about their country as they should be. Authority, austerity, patriarchy, capital, racism etc like that is central to a power thats interested in growing gains and fiscal and social power. Theres rly radical or left leaning etc ppl out there in the world and these countries in these communities. So they exist. No people in these countries dont have NO clue whats going on. Cultural relativism is alsos something people should understand. I had a good talk with ppl on here a while ago about that. Talking about shit, critiquing, but being respectful to a group. Part of thay is realizing these groups CLEARLY know their own issues and all our cultures share the same goal. Guess what it is. It rhymes with acquiring wealth. Money means you hurt people. In the post, we talked about use of "wife" and "husband" which is a stupid joke that has been "explained" a billion times and yet the explanations still dont seem to answer or justify a minor problem (it's very funny to me that a language that doesnt have gendered pronouns is now very specific about two men. Hmmm wonder why. It is annoying.)

So im not the only person on the planet doing this. Or the few ppl ive seen that do. Im not new my thoughts arent new. Ive gotten to see another side to a culture i knew not much about and that means i can put the context of my beliefs and life and try and understand thheirs. For ex i learned from ITSAY because of a sign that said 'french food' that they were the only country to not be colonized back then. Do you know how integral that history is to their region? That was an interesting detail (i didnt finish itsay bc ihad a lot going on and i was rly upset that i would see hownrich they are and i hate that.)

Anyways thats my complaint. It used to feel like a sting of rejection. I left online for months in 2019, i started organizing more, joined a union, trying to do some panther work shit like that. I learned a lot in those months and it changed my life! But when I came back, I felt so isolated. It wasnt my true friends tho sometimes theyre ANNOYINGGGGG (love u) but it was me being like "if we are going to complain guys then lets put our money where our mouth is" lets be fucking serious about it then. No say it with your chest dude. It isnt difficult. Go with the fucking flow, talk about it, critique it, think. You can still fucking like itnor love it.

I am BLACK ok and i love rap. I am a black woman. I will continue to clown black men that cant seem to not clown themselves and listen. No i wont support monetarily: drake is a creep and i hate him but i bump that niggas song. Thats fucking LIFE. I got so sick of hiding myself and it became clear that it wasnt that i wasntthinking well or hard enough. They just didnt like that i said we need to commit class suicide and inspect out middle class sensibilities and middle class wealth hoarding (google it) if thats what we engaged with. Every part of you, antagonize it. I still have my privileges; class, skin color, even my father being a nigerian immigrant, me being cis, im not str8 but not a lesbian and those are differences.

Insecurities in general but some shallow thoughts (?) on discussion in "fandom" space. FYI, this will most likely stay the same. I tend to stay in my own bubble socially IE me and my friends are similar in our views. During this awful year while running my union's account, im surrounded by like minds. Me and my friends? We changed together. We grew up and saw what we didnt like and what we want. We do our best.And i CHOOSE my life to be that way bc it should be. There is no solution. I dont believe in solutions because the solution is to abolish capital or just divest. Abolishing capital and labor are a huge one and i will die before that happens (but so help me as long as im alive? Black women to FREEDOMMMM is my motto!) so making your own path in life is the best thing an artist can do IN MY OPINION.

However with technology and stuff this puts another layer onto things. Tech, social media, this shit....it THRIIIIIIIVESSSSSSS off of conflict and shallow readings of the world. We are literally primed for it. Engagement in bites. Impossible for me with my brain; i got used to it and i paid for it by limiting my scope. Not being encouraged to THINK AND READ before just speaking

(For ex i am in iww, i helped form a branch here. It is a radical union. Unionism is imprative to me-if ur interested u should read up on some. Look up peter cole! Google inthesetimes Ilwu. Gives you some understanding. Ive always been progressive and now i am....very left idk ic ant label myself. But even in my progrssiveness i had the gall to tell my white friend, whoa has her privileges but i had mine with our class disparity, that we dont need unions, i have WORKED retail. Ive done barista work for sonoing and i do gig work. So i wasnt out of touch. I had been stiffed even with a shoot i was working on by rich kids. So i had a frame of reference . But i didnt know what the FUCKa union was and why it is imperative. Then learning about anarcho syndicalism and all these other things. It changed my fucking life but two years earlier i was this idiot spouting shit like that making one of my best friends fucking upset. We DO AND CAN CHANGE. Think!!!!)

So were i a creator for tv id just constantly try and push the buttons if i need big money. Make them sell into me (thank you sonic youth!) theres Endless possibilities guys which means theres SO MUCH TK EXPLORE!!!! When i wanna have fun with it i just have fun. When i want to think i do. I dont understand why we are so dedicated to upholding things and doing mental gymnastics to end up in a space you dont need mental gymnastics for. What about these critiques makes you uncomfortable? Saying we're all part of the problem as spectators? Im sorry but we will always be. Thats LIFE. God fuck. Fuck me. I feel so fucking worthless and stupid sometimes. I know I am not. I know i am talented and intelligent. I know my friends and family. I know how to approach ppl. I know how to tell people if they are rich but want to be progressive whatsup. I choose how i live part of that is being ok to say what i want.

Ironically consrrvatives say this shit alot. But they arent ever alone bc their ideology is default. But yea it does feel shitty. It even feels shitty when ur in left circles but people STILL dont even wanna do that. These perspectives really arent ss many as they should be. I dont want to feel so alone with it. I know there are more. I just love art and the world so fucking much, endless possibility. Endless pain but endless good.